It Would Be a Waste If You Don't Star In Horror Movies

Luke watched with great interest as they bickered. He took off his Zorro hat and put it on the counter with one hand, and raised the beer bottle on the table with the other to his mouth.

The two people who had been engrossed in their argument couldn't help but look over.

With a light crack, the smiling mask opened on the sides and withdrew into the collar of the combat outfit at the back to reveal the face of a middle-aged white man.

They stopped fighting and looked at each other.

Gulp.

Luke sipped his beer unhurriedly. "Why aren't you fighting anymore?"

As he spoke, he picked up an unopened bag of chips from the counter. It was a milk chocolate flavor.

He tore it open and crunched a piece in his mouth. "Mm, it's not bad, just a little sweet."

Wade and Weasel were dumbfounded.

A moment later, Wade said, "You must be a fake V."

"Huh?" Luke's mouth was busy, and he gave Wade a puzzled look.