Realizing what Kevan was about to do, Wendy screamed in horror.

"Mr. Rogers, calm down! Larissa won't agree with you killing people! Do you really want to be stuck in prison for the rest of your life, leaving your wife and kid alone?"

"Who said I was going to kill anyone?"

Kevan's smile became wider.

With a slight move of his finger, Kevan pulled the trigger.

A gunshot echoed in the room and a thug let out a howl. "My foot! My foot is shot!"

A bullet was lodged in his foot and blood gushed out from the wound.

Wendy had never seen anything gory in her life.

Covering her eyes, she screamed and turned away.

She quickly ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Several more gunshots ensued and various cries of pain rang out.

Wendy covered her ears with her hands. She tried to stop herself from imagining the gruesome scene that was happening outside.

After a long pause, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Kevan's voice came through the frosted glass door. "Ms.