Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 492: First-Class Binding Skills_1

The person with a gun to the back of his head was stunned for a moment.

He felt something hard pressing against the back of his head but didn’t realize it was a gun. Only when he saw his two accomplices’ faces pale with fear did he quickly turn to look—

“Hah…” The man’s eyes widened, and he gasped in shock.

After the initial shock, doubt filled his eyes.

The person paying them hadn’t mentioned that the other party was armed with a gun! And how could a female student possibly be carrying such a thing?!

The three of them were still wary of Purple Summers, but their initial fear had faded.

“Little sister, do you know how to use a gun? Would you like… me to teach you?” One of the men sneered.

“I do,” Purple Summers replied honestly, tilting the gun slightly and firing a shot at the ground by his foot.

——Bang!

“Ah!!!” the man screamed in pain, immediately grabbing his foot and rolling onto the ground, “Damn it! It’s a real gun!”

The other few immediately backed away in terror!

Purple Summers: “…”

Actually, she had intended to hit the floor by his foot, just to frighten them.

Indeed, she was ill, and even her aim had worsened…

Second Young Master Graves on the ground took the opportunity to get up and viciously kicked the man who had pinned him down, “Bastard, do you know who I am? You must be tired of living!”

He raised his leg to kick again, but suddenly the other man grabbed his leg! With a sharp pull, he dragged Second Young Master Graves toward him!

The man seized Second Young Master Graves by the collar, choked his neck, and pressed a shining dagger against his throat, threatening fiercely, “Put down the gun! Otherwise, I’ll kill him!”

Gerald Graves cried out in panic, “I am Second Young Master Graves! If you dare lay a hand on me, my brother won’t let you get away with it!”

Bang!

The sound of the gun rang out again, followed by screams: “Aaaah!!!”

Gerald Graves covered his ears and rolled to one side, crying out and scolding Purple Summers, “You really fired the gun?!”

The bullet had nearly grazed his ear, leaving a trail of bloody injury.

The man holding him hostage died on the spot with a dark, round hole in his face; thick fresh blood gushed out, quickly spreading across his face—

“I meant to shoot his shoulder…” Purple Summers squinted her eyes, feeling distressed, as the barrel wavered and she again aimed at the remaining two men.

The two men were so terrified they dared not make any rash moves.

The one with the injured foot pleaded in horror, “Please show mercy! We were just paid to do a job, to eliminate trouble for someone!”

The other man, his teeth chattering in fear, added, “That’s right, debts have their debtors, and killing us won’t do any good!”

Purple Summers’s head spun with dizziness, and her arm, held up for so long, was sore and uncomfortable.

She turned to Gerald and said, “You go, tie them up.”

Gerald, who was wiping the blood off his ears, paused, taken aback. As a spoiled playboy, he really hadn’t been ordered around like this before.

Seeing him motionless, Purple Summers furrowed her brow and asked, “What, you can’t do it?”

“…Ah, I can! I can!” Gerald snapped back to reality, turned around, and took down the ropes used for holding the curtains to tie up the men.

The two thugs, intimidated by the gun in Purple Summers’s hand, dared not move.

Gerald, accustomed to SM play, tied the knots with expert skill, securing them tightly and even aesthetically.

Purple Summers asked him, “Are you done?”

“All done! Unless they know some bone-shrinking trick, there’s no way they’ll break free!” Gerald said with a tone of pride.

Hearing this, Purple Summers sighed with relief, let her arm down from holding the gun, and slumped wearily onto the bed.

Right now, her head was throbbing.

“Second Young Master, please interrogate them,” Purple Summers said.