BANG––!
A gunshot echoed.
A rapidly engulfing silence surrounded both sides of the hostile parties.
My neck froze, and I paused immediately, surveying the halted thugs and the blood rushing out of the calf of one unfortunate thug.
It seemed the guy's brain couldn't speedily process what happened in rapid succession.
In fact, only when every single person in the station — me included — simultaneously turned our heads toward the direction of the gunshot, did the guy fall on the ground.
"Arrrggghh!!!" His pain-filled screams echoed, filling the station with a thick sense of dread.
I ignored the crybaby, ignored the boss and the other thugs, and I gazed at the source of the gunshot.
A bright smile colored my lips.
Jericho.
The black bangs of his hair swayed freely across his forehead, improperly hiding the gleam of his cold and narrowed blue eyes.
