After a while, Max finally looked up. He seemed to have made his decision.
Glaring at Nathan, he snarled, “I told you before that we hate such violence and have nothing to do with them. Therefore, I will not try to cover up for my subordinate if he had done it.”
As soon as he made his point, he grabbed a pistol from his subordinate standing beside him and pointed it straight at Shearson.
Bang!
The loud sound rang across the room.
Max had shot Shearson in the head.
A hole appeared between the man's brows, and blood started to flow from it. His eyes and mouth were wide open with a look of disbelief. One could tell that he did not expect Max to sacrifice him and personally take his life.
As he collapsed, his head was last to hit the floor.
Fresh blood dyed the ground red.
Max glanced at his subordinate's corpse and felt a turmoil of emotions.
I'm sorry, Shearson. If I don't kill you, they would want me to hand you over to them. I'm afraid you might end up divulging too much information to them. I had no choice but to take your life. Don't worry. There will be a day when I'll take down Nathan with my bare hands to avenge your death.
After Max shot Shearson, he turned to the rest of his men and ordered, “Keep your weapons!”
Most of his men looked wronged and furious. They stared at Nathan, reluctant to withdraw their guns. Instead, they seemed ready to pounce on him.
Seeing no one abide his instructions, Max repeated, “Didn't you hear what I
said? Keep your weapons! This is an order!”
Since it was an order, his subordinate could not go against it. In the end, they grouchily kept their weapons away.
Seeing that, Nathan also shot Colin and his men a look.
Taking the hint, they all kept their weapons away as well.
Seeing the tension fade a little, Adolf could finally let out a sigh of relief.
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