Chapter 482

"What?" Dexter was baffled. How could Lucille address Hunter by name like that?

She looked away from him and clucked her tongue. Then, she mocked, "I didn't expect Hunter to have men who were all brawns and no brain."

Dexter was distracted by her words. He snapped back to his senses and was about to tell her to shut up when he felt something press against his waist. Before he could move, Lucille said icily, "I'd advise you not to do anything rash. You'll be dead meat if I accidentally pull the trigger."

He looked down and saw a golden handgun pressed to his waist. He recognized it—it was a Desert Eagle. No, it couldn't be. How could she know how to use a gun? And a golden Desert Eagle at that, too.

Lucille didn't miss the doubt in his eyes. She said, "You can choose not to believe me. Why don't you try me and see whether this is the real deal?"

She smiled, but her gaze was icy. "It's been a while since my gun's seen blood, and it doesn't mind breaking its drought today. Do you wan