When Gordon Ford looked over, he saw a man in his thirties wearing a T-shirt and holding a pistol. He was firing relentlessly in one direction. A few young men and women tried to stop him, but they were held back by others.
The target of the man's gunfire...
Gordon's gaze followed, and his pupils shrank.
"Head the boat in that direction."
Gordon said coldly before returning inside the boat. The next moment, he produced a sniper rifle and aimed it at the man in his thirties.
Basil Xavier, who was standing to the side, looked over, his jaw dropping. But Gordon had already acted in one smooth motion, taking out the shooter.
"Did you have to be so..."
Basil Xavier said, a little shocked and uncertain. 'Gordon doesn't seem like the type to meddle in other people's business.'
He looked in that direction again—
And there, he saw a familiar figure.
