Kris tensed, glancing between Zeke and the gunman's finger which was still on the trigger. Zeke's fists were clenched, and his breathing was harsh, his entire body coiled with tension. His eyes met Kris's for a split second, and a silent exchange passed between them.Kris slowly raised his hands and stepped forward, a calm expression on his face. "Alright, take it easy, tiger," he said to the gunman, his voice calm and measured. "We're not looking to start trouble. We just came for some answers. And I assure you, you don't want to pull that trigger.”The gunman snorted, keeping his weapon trained on them. "You rich boys think money makes you untouchable, don't you? Makes you think you're invincible, but you're wrong.”Zeke's eyes narrowed. "Try pulling that trigger, and you'll regret it."The man gave a dark chuckle. "And how will I regret it, huh? I could shoot you both right now, hide your bodies, and discard you in the night, and no one would ever know."From the floor, Francis en
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