Chapitre 103: Hush

One of the subordinates with him kicked the back of his knees, making him kneel to the ground in front of the statue-like man.

The others then started snooping around his matchbox apartment, throwing stuff as they looked at every nook and cranny as if they were searching for something. 

He was sweating cold bullets now. He doesn't know who these people are, but he could clearly see that they are all armed. This particular man who was holding him at gunpoint had the most dangerous aura out of them all. He concluded that it might be their leader.

He wanted to ask who they were, but the chilly glare that the man was giving him made him shut his mouth. 

"Hey, are you the one who had hit Wy-- ehem, Miss Wynter on the face?" a younger one with eyeglasses asked him. He was beside him, crouching on the floor to get at his level.

"W-what? What are you sayi-- Eek!"