Through the door’s gap, Xyla Quest saw two people.

She recognized that one of them was Christopher Lancelot.

The other person was a lady who seemed to be close to Christopher’s age.

The woman was kneeling on the ground with her hands raised in a surrendering motion. Her purse was open, and items like her perfume bottle and make-up were sprawled all over the ground…

Christopher stood in front of her like a godly figure as he pointed a black gun at her forehead. The black and white parts of his eyes were distinct, and he had a murderous look in his eyes.

Christopher was wearing a white shirt and long black pants.

His skin was covered in blood. The gangster-like aura about him grew stronger.

The woman was wearing a bright, red dress. She had been shot in the shoulder, and the bleeding wouldn’t stop.

“Tell me… Who asked you to assassinate me?” Christopher asked coldly.

“If… If I tell you, will you let me go?” the woman asked.

“It depends on my mood…” Christopher said.

“It’s Mich