Chester Hanson, who was leaning on the couch, flinched. His lips curled upwards as he found the woman's remarks amusing. His expression was not as cold as before.
"Billy." He didn't want to listen to any explanations and waved to the subordinate next to him, "Give him the gun."
As soon as he heard the word "gun", the burly man's legs weakened out of fear, his body swaying dangerously.
"Third Master, Third Master Hanson, spare me!" He began to kowtow incessantly, the thudding sound of his forehead hitting the ground echoed in the room.
Tara Summer was shocked. Judging by the situation, things weren't turning out well!
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man called Billie had already pulled a black pistol from his waist and thrown it in front of Derek.
"This gun, or your life, choose!"
Choose? Tara was completely stunned. Her heart sank, as she began to sense something but didn't dare to believe it.
