The look in the Alliance Hierarch Pendleton's eyes shifted from shock, to surprise, to fury, until it ultimately faded into nothingness.
Pu-chi!
Andrew drew his gun!
Blood, splattered all over the walls.
The red dragon seemed even redder.
And in the blank part of the painting,
there was a splash of blood as if it was meant for the corpse on the floor.
"You play the fool, and am I not doing the same?" Andrew took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and before he could wipe off the blood, a guard ran in from outside.
"Alliance Hierarch, we—" he couldn't finish his sentence.
The guard was completely dumbfounded.
Immediately after, he reacted as if electrocuted!
He turned and fled!
Pu-chi!
A spear pierced through the heart!
The guard fell to the ground, lifeless.
With one hand, Andrew caught the returning spear.
