The Heir's Past

"That's all?" Zephyr's eyes narrowed slightly. Even though his voice was steady, it sent a chill down the spines of Drexel and the others.

Suddenly, they realized that Zephyr's weapon, which was originally a lady's energy pistol, had be swapped by his own high-end energy gun. The gun's muzzle casually pointed at them, as if it might accidentally fire at any moment.

The smiles on Drexel and the others froze, and a strong sense of danger made them instinctively shut off their mouths. Elio, who was the most afraid, made a zipping motion over his mouth and timidly gave a thumbs up, as if asking, "Is that enough, sir?"

Zephyr didn't say a word but put the energy gun back into his Space Button. Then he turned to Arix with a stern face and said, "If it breaks, you can come to me to fix it. If you ever don't want it anymore, you can give it back to me."

"Okay, thank you. I will cherish it," Arix promised solemnly.