The young man supporting Juan Oro glanced up at Lumian, who sat beside the carriage driver with one leg bent, the other propped up. His eyes blazed with undisguised anger.
The carriage driver jumped in fright and desperately tried to distance himself from Lumian. However, with a horse in front of him and Lugano on his left, dodging proved impossible in his haste.
Lugano swallowed hard, blaming his employer for being overly aggressive.
Is he trying to imitate Gehrman Sparrow?
But his employer hadn't exhibited such madness before; instead, he seemed intelligent!
Juan Oro, an elderly man with mottled black hair, seemed oblivious to the revolver pointed at his forehead. He turned his head, stepped aside from the firearm, and continued forward.
Observing this, Lumian pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
A yellow bullet shot from the revolver, heading straight for the side of Juan Oro's head.
