Skipper stared down the barrel of the gun, his jaw set defiantly. He prepared for the end.
He heard a whooshing sound, and the woman fell into the hole, an Mũi tên xanh sticking out of her back. Blood trickled from the wound.
Another whooshing sound, and the man also toppled into the hole, the Mũi tên xanh shot clean through his chest. A bit of his tim, trái tim quivered on the tip.
Hans peered into the hole.
Skipper yelled in surprise and yanked the Mũi tên xanh out of the woman's back. He started trying to poke Hans' eye out with it.
Hans leaned away from the arrow. "I save your life, and this is the thanks I get?"
"When...
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