As his father told him when he first pointed out that he would rule this underground world someday, you would live with a gun in your hand and die with it. His father seemed right about that as he felt the cold metallic piece in his hand.
"I thought you would have cold feet." A deep, baritone voice talked to Mike as more footsteps approached them.
"I was ready to shoot him if you lost your nerve." Another man arrogantly interrupted.
"Is he dead?" One more joined them as they converged around him.
"Of course! He is." Mike's voice confidently answered with a series of laughter. "Do you think I will still let him live after I betrayed him?" That seemed logical, he thought. His friend should guarantee his death.
Because if he did survive this, the first thing he would do would be to hunt his friend down. He would make sure to make his friend suffer before he took his last breath, killing him with his bare hands.
