Chapter 657 Illegal Possession of a Gun

As Desmond spoke, he thumbed off the safety catch and made a click. This sound made sweat flow from the forehead of the tattooed man. His eyes widened in horror and his throat was dry. Finally, he managed to squeeze out a few syllables. "No. Do not do it!" It was a real gun. If the boy wanted to kill him, he just needed to pull the trigger. The tall and thin man was also frightened, and the other few people in the room did not dare to make any moves. Desmond smiled viciously and raised his chin. "Since you're being obedient, drink up the alcohol on the table. You ordered so many bottles of alcohol, and they were opened. Don't waste them!" The tattooed man and his companions were shivering. They were pushed to the table by them, with aggrieved faces and daring not to speak anything. Suddenly, the woman standing in the corner uttered a scream, pointed at Keller, and said, "You, you are a member of