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Just a few seconds ago he talked big like a genuine main character. There’s no way he is pulling back now. So he forces to act brave like he has nine lives to spare like some mythical cat.

“So what if you have a gun? What are you going to do then? Shoot me? Here? Don’t you know who I am? I’m the son of…”

Thomas suddenly shoots him without a warning. The shot misses, or maybe not. But the tip of the guy’s left ear is burning hot, grazed by the bullet.

Still pointing the gun at the man, Thomas asks by faking a curious expression. “Excuse me! What were you trying to say just now?”

Morgan is petrified like a stuffed scaredy-kitten, and then slowly raises both hands with trembling lips. He is gulping with a blank mind, with his instinct forcing him to apologize rather than losing his life.

“Ap, ap, ap, apologize, sir!” Morgan stutters.

“Apologize? Oh, that’s right! Should I go out there to apologize for this lady?” Thomas asks.

The dude gives an awkward smile. “Nah, it’s okay! I’ll take my
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