Chapter 23

• "Ha..." Tristan suddenly laughed, his cold voice echoing through the walls. "Well, I've got no reason to keep you alive then."
• Like a blur, he suddenly pulled out the gun plugged to his belt and pulled the trigger. The bullet pierced through the man's forehead, and his corpse fell to the ground, blood splashing all over the place. Tristan reached out to wipe the blood that had splashed on his shirt with distaste. Then, he gazed at the man's corpse, which now lay on the ground, unmoving, his widened eyes a testament that he wasn't prepared for it.
• A hushed silence fell over the dock as the other captives instantly began to panic and scream through the tape. Tristan's men didn't seem affected, but Ethan looked his way, his brows creasing. However, it wasn't the shooting that made him bothered.