Christopher felt a sense of panic rising in his heart, his gaze darting away involuntarily, pupils constricting, his expression spasming slightly.
But the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be shot.
"Chief Daniel Marshall, how do you think we should resolve this?" Christopher's voice was very low, cautiously staring at Daniel Marshall.
Daniel Marshall frowned unpleasantly, his statue-like, strikingly handsome features traversed by a glint of cold sharpness, and he spoke in a low, chilling voice that made one shiver, "Indeed, I need to make the right choice. As long as there is even one infamous paparazzi left, it will only create a foul atmosphere, so, for every paparazzi I see, I'll have one blacklisted."
The corners of Christopher's mouth twitched involuntarily, his pupils contracting dramatically.