Suddenly, he looked up, meeting the deep, dark gaze of Ethan Ainsley.
The air seemed to freeze.
Pressure dropped immensely, as if frost was spreading across the walls.
Across a distance of barely half a meter from Elijah Bailey, the hollow barrel of a gun was pointed directly at him.
Elijah Bailey: "....."
The silver gun in Ethan Ainsley's hand at this moment was the same one that Elijah Bailey had tucked at his waist.
When, exactly, it had ended up in Ethan Ainsley's hand, even Elijah Bailey hadn't noticed.
He had moved too quickly.
Though Bailey was fast in handling a gun, he was no match for Ethan Ainsley's speed.
It must have been the moment Ethan attacked him. He had thought Ethan was going to harm him, never realizing Ethan had seized the opportunity to snatch his gun.