If the sword is injured, there is still more hope for treatment than a gun. I fight pistols! The author answered firmly. Lieutenant Evilnot raised his eyes to look at you. He tried to persuade Tacdang to fight. But all his efforts were in vain. The author still insisted on keeping his decision to fight. Around four o’clock in the afternoon, Evilod returned from Phlobe sadly. Thunder Lion all over printed hoodie. Everything has been discussed and agreed upon, Tacdang sir! Tomorrow morning, in the wasteland near the road of Eden, said Evil. Phlobe chose the place and time of his own accord.