With the dozens of minutes the spectacle took, the audience had the time to get back a bit of their brain processing power. Hence, when Lucas made to go back to his seat, the hot-tempered portly man that lost his patience previously pointed a gun at his head.
"Boy, put your bitch on a leash if you don't want to die."
"Excuse me, come again?"
Lucas turned an expressionless face to the man who didn't flinch at his cold eyes. He had seen and done enough in his career and the maddening spectacle of just now had helped his nerves become insensitive.
"I said-"
He didn't finish answering before being dispossessed of his gun, Lucas leaving him with a fractured forearm and the barrel of his dismantled gun in the abdomen.
He was starting to process the pain when he froze at what Lucas said:
