Without mercy, he fired with precision.
With a cry of agony, Liam Fame clutched his bleeding wrist, the phone clang as it hit the ground.
John Fame put down the gun, his gaze fixed on the phone that had fallen onto the carpet.
The man was on the other end of the phone.
Father Fame had also heard Liam's cries of pain, his voice raised, practically roaring, "John Fame, you ungrateful son, ungrateful!"
Liam screamed, "My hand, dad, my hand ... ruined!"
John Fame walked over slowly, his slender and fair fingers picked up the phone and placed it at Liam's mouth, a hint of a smile playing on his lips: "Keep talking, don't stop."
"You are crazy, John Fame!" Liam covered his bleeding wrist, writhed in pain, "Dad, save me. He's got a gun!"
Father Fame's voice had began to go hoarse due to his screaming. His powerless roars echoed in the room, "John Fame, he is your elder brother! How could you.."
