Chapter 100

"L-Luke… What are you doing…?" Tristan's face turned ghostly pale instantly. He stumbled backward, his expression filled with sheer terror, and he stuttered. "I asked if you know what this is." I took a step forward, the gun leveled. Tristan let out a strangled cry, turned, and tried to run. A loud bang was heard as I fired a shot at his back without the slightest hesitation. The powerful blast sent him hurtling forward more than a yard, just like in the shooting scenes in films. Tristan lay sprawled face-down on the ground, his back soaked in a spreading stain of red. Then, the pouring rain quickly began to wash the blood away, leaving a pool of diluted blood around him. I didn't know if he was dead, and I didn't fire a second shot at him. Truth be told, we didn't have any deep-seated hatred between us. It was just that this guy was too much of a nuisance, constantly trying to extort me. That shot would serve as a lesson for him. If he survived, he should consider himself luc