The man's eyes dimmed for a moment before immediately becoming grave again.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her!"
Due to his nervousness, the man's hand trembled, and the sharp edge of the dagger accidentally cut the child's neck, releasing a flow of bright red blood...
"No!"
A heart-wrenching scream pierced the air as the child's mother fell to her knees, "Please, don't hurt my child. I'll give you anything you want!"
"Mr. Thompson, I really don't know anything, otherwise..."
"Otherwise what? Would you kill this child?" The young man's words were cut off by Oliver Thompson's cold voice, "Damian, you've known me long enough. Am I the kind of person who cares about others' lives? So... don't threaten me with the lives of innocent people!"
He shook his head, his eyes filled with bloodlust. In an instant, all sounds were silenced, the arriving police became mere decorations, and Oliver Thompson dominated the atmosphere. In that moment, he became the master of the situation.
