Raymond let out a loud, mocking laugh, plunging his hands into his pockets with the clear intention of pulling out more bullets. "Do you truly think I wouldn't have extra bullets before moving toward you?” he challenged. He pulled his hands out, and his head snapped back in surprise and disbelief.

Meanwhile, Jet, Whale, and Beast were positioned high up on the second floor of the warehouse, coolly enjoying the brutal show unfolding between Raymond and Ethan. They sat back on the chairs, their legs propped casually on the table across from them, where a large bag of money rested. “I told you

The gun in Raymond's hand instinctively clattered to the ground. Raymond instantly seized his injured left hand with his right, groaning loudly in pain. “Ahhh!” he screamed, watching his own blood pour from his hand and drip onto the floor. “Wh—what have you done to—” He couldn't even finish the q

The three men quickly moved closer to Raymond, feigning concern. “Hope you're alright? How are you feeling? Should I call—” Jet started, dipping his hand into his pocket and pulling out his gun. “Wh—where is he now?” He couldn't even finish the question before Raymond cut him off, interrupting him

As Ethan walked towards Raymond, Raymond tried to scramble backward, hoping to distance himself from Ethan but his injured leg refused to move. He was forced to drag his torso across the dusty floor in a clumsy, pitiful attempt at escape. A continuous, raw groan of pain tore from his throat as he mo