บท 1793: uncle, of course i believe you

everyone's eyes were on him.

in today's farce, who was right and who was wrong, everyone's thoughts were different.

it could be said that whatever aldan and patriarch faires said could be true.

under such circumstances, who would cyril believe?

"uncle aldan, i ..." cyril's lips slowly curled up.

before he could finish his sentence, cyril suddenly raised his right hand, which was holding a gun!

luo chenxi's pupils constricted as she noticed this. cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

mu yichen and patriarch fiers had searched cyril's body earlier and asked him to hand over all his weapons. they did not expect him to be hiding a gun. no one had discovered it.  

he ... what was he trying to do?

before luo chenxi could think further, cyril had already turned around abruptly and fired a shot at aldan's back.

"bang!"

the bullet hit something and made a muffled sound.

immediately, a figure fell out from the corner behind aldan.