Harvey moved the gun and planted it right on Tyrell’s head, still as composed as ever.

That simple movement was enough to scare Tyrell witless. It was as if he could smell his death inching close.

Harvey had already taken off the safety. Whether Harvey would pull the trigger, or if the gun would go off by itself, either could cost Tyrell his life.

“W-wait,” Tyrell blurted out instinctively.

When he spoke, his face paled.

Despite his high and mighty act, he was afraid to die.

He was terrified of people like Harvey, who would not hesitate to die with his enemy at any time.

However, he felt resentful after the words escaped his lips.

He didn’t want to; he would rather die with Harvey…

But the gun in Harvey’s hand made Tyrell understand that Harvey was not afraid to end people’s lives.

If his life was one the line, he would’ve been more terrified than anyone else.

Tyrell felt guilty and remorseful. He wanted to talk big, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

Harvey completely