"H-How? Why are you here?"
The man with the backpack shouted loudly as his pupils shrank.
His voice wasn't just loud but sharp as well, as though it could tear eardrums apart, but the dangerous thing on him was the gun that he just pulled out.
The black gun didn't even reflect the light in the corridor.
It seemed like this handgun wasn't some crude, self-made gun anymore but a modified military weapon.
The man with the backpack raised his gun at Kieran without a second thought.
The man didn't know how Kieran appeared here. He also didn't know whether Kieran arrived alone or if the police was on their way too.
All the man knew was that his plans were ruined.
This young man ruined his plans for the second time! He must die!
As the thought bloomed in the man's head, he readied himself to pull the trigger.
Then, he saw Kieran walking towards him.
Did he have a death wish?
