Right before Dragon King could bring his sword down on my head, a gunshot rang out. A bullet came out of nowhere and struck Dragon King’s chest, the bullet ricocheting off his chest plate.
Dragon King, however, did not look harmed. He raised his head, a puzzled expression on his face, as he said, “Who shot me?”
“Me,” said an extremely familiar voice behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, my jaw fell open. An elderly Japanese man, wearing a trench coat, stood in front of the elevator doors, his g*n raised, the barrel smoking from the shot. The man’s aim didn’t waver or shake. It was firm, pointed straight at Dragon King, who looked more annoyed than anything at this interruption.
“T-Triplet?” I said in shock. “What are you doing here?”
Triplet flashed me a grim smile. “Nice seeing you,
