Shuja and Rayan's uncle both planned together to kill his father. His blood boiled with passion of revenge.
"Who the hell are you?" Shuja asked furiously. He couldn't see his face as he covered his face in a mask. He didn't have a pistol in his hand which meant he didn't shoot that guard. He had his men with him.
"Your wrost enemy." He gritted his teeth. Aania was still shocked.
"What the…."
"Ask them to drop Their guns, otherwise the next target will be your son." Rayan said, glancing at Waleed.
"You…." he wanted to say something but Rayan gestured to someone with his hand. And a bullet hit to the Waleed arm.
" Drop your pistols." Shuja shouted to his gaurds. They followed his orders.
