Chapter 1666

The police officers yelled in a panic, "On the ground! Hands behind your head! Drop your weapon! No funny business, or we're going to shoot." Even the burly men, who threw away their pipes, shouted, "Throw away your gun! Get down now! Surrender your weapon, or you're going to get shot." They were yelling all kinds of nonsense they heard in TV shows, making a big fuss. They were like dogs, too scared to move with their tails between their legs. Only when their owner showed up did they start acting tough. Matthew remained composed. "The gun is out of bullets. You can have it." He pulled out a gun from his pocket and tossed it on the ground. Fenna saw Matthew surrender the gun and assumed that he was intimidated. She crouched down and picked up a pipe. "Do you even know who I am, you punk? How dare you mess with Jervey? You must have a death wish." With a cold gleam in his eyes, Matthew thought about all the arrogant people he'd encountered. They all had something to back it up—eit