"Surprise," the young man suddenly said. Then he fired the gun with a silencer.
Lawrence took a direct hit on his shoulder. His body staggered backwards. His knees weakened, and he collapsed to the ground, his hand painfully clutching his chest being penetrated by a bullet.
He looked up at the other person with a horrified expression. His arms scrambled to crawl away from the young man.
"Who - Who are you?" Lawrence asked through gritted teeth.
Actually, all these actions were forced upon him. He can't control any of these cowardly actions. His whole life, he had grazed through death and survived numerous bullets that pierced his skin and bones.
For this single bullet, it wasn't that painful.
That's what he wanted to say to the little one who struggled to get control of his body back. The devastated eyes of his cat were enough to cause his heart to ache.