"Oh? You knew?"
With an interested tone, the figure walked out of the darkness and revealed his true face.
It was a man over his fifties. The corner of his eyes were filled with wrinkles; his sideburns were white; his body was slightly chubby, and he seemed crippled because he walked with a stagger.
With each step the man took, the old wooden flooring would squeak sharply, irritating the ears.
However, the crowd was more concerned about the gun the man was holding.
It wasn't a standard gun, but a privately modified one. Maybe it didn't have the firepower of a standard gun, but no one would doubt that it was dangerous.
"W-What are you trying to do?" Eckart asked in a shaky voice.
As he asked, he naturally shrunk behind Kieran's back, as did the lighting man and cameraman.
Both of them were considered young and energetic, and they weren't barehanded, but facing against an armed ambusher, retreat became their second instinct.
