Chapter 781: It's Best Not to Think About Running Away

Joshua Sulliven remained silent, his lips pressed into a line, as Stuart Truman, standing in his former spot, chased after him with a furrowed brow. "Do you really..."

'Bang! Bang--!'

Two gunshots plunged the whole room into an eerie silence. Keira Leaf started trembling, "No... No...! Stuart Truman! Stuart Truman... How are you?"

The very moment Stuart Truman spoke, Joshua's patience with him had evidently reached its limit. He didn't utter a single word but drew his gun and fired two shots. One bullet hit Stuart in the thigh, and the other hit his chest.

The deep red bloodstains instantly soaked through his clothes. Stuart fell to his knees, his face white as a sheet. The incessant dripping of blood from his wounds onto the ground sounded uncannily crisp.