The smell of gunpowder from the muzzle had not yet dissipated when Gilbert sitting opposite fell to the ground with a thud.
"Fat Orange, check if he's completely dead."
Squatting to the side, Fat Orange stepped forward and tested for both breath and pulse.
"He's dead."
The bullet had entered through the right eye into the brain, the chances of survival were less than one in ten thousand—clearly...
Gilbert Wilkin was not that lucky one.
Marvin released Yuniya's hand that he had been gripping tightly. His strength ebbed away like the tide, familiar sensations returned, a flood of complex emotions surged in his heart, and the noisy prayers of the believers quickly receded...
He rubbed his brow and took a deep breath.
"Daddy..." Yuniya blinked and pulled out a tin box containing honey candies, "Have some candy."
"Mm."
