Victor looked at the scene through the car window, gritting his teeth, muttering: "Damn! I never thought there'd be a day when I, Victor, would be set up!"
"It might not be a trap for us; they might be targeting Barthelemy."
Arthur's face didn't look good either: "But even if we were caught up in this, it's not easy to get out unscathed."
Victor opened his coat, revealing the two handguns at his waist: "I know your swordsmanship is good, but I have yet to ask how your marksmanship is?"
Arthur took the handgun he tossed: "I can just get by. Every time something like this happens, I miss Alexander a lot."
"Later, remember to find cover and pray to God. As long as we survive their shooting, your swordsmanship will come in handy. Did you bring a blade?"
Arthur picked up the cane beside him, calmly unscrewed the handle, and the gleaming blade was instantly exposed to Victor's eyes.
