Chapter 547: Uncle, Are You Done Yet?_1

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The crowd erupted in shock again. Why? Why was it so that because Angel had offended the terrorists, they, innocent bystanders, had to suffer?

Why, when Angel refused to obey the terrorists, did they have to suffer in her stead?

Richard didn't turn back, instead he aimed the assault rifle at the crowd, the barrel shifting constantly from one side to the other in a radial pattern, covering the entire field.

Such an act gave everyone the sense that the muzzle of the gun was occasionally hovering over them, as if the grim reaper's scythe was already on their necks, waiting for a slight stroke, after which their lives would be reaped by the reaper.

Life seemed to have slipped completely out of their control. Fate, too, was completely toyed with effortlessly by others.

A lot of people who had initially admired and expressed gratitude to Angel, now instinctively started to hate her as their lives were at stake.