CHAPTER 72 Fleeing to Mexico

  "Damn dog!" exclaimed Shancez in annoyance.

  "What are you doing?¿Estás loco?" Don Ramon jumped in, cursing and calling Shancez crazy.

  "I got annoyed because it kept barking, so I just killed it," he said nonchalantly, while Alfred's knees felt like giving out. He thought the skinny man was about to shoot him. Clearly, Alfred was now sitting on the ground.

  "I thought you were shooting those kids, you idiot!" muttered Don Ramon, pulling up his sagging pants again. This time, he walked towards Alfred, who was still seated on the ground. "Hey, Kid!" he shouted. "Get the girl here!"

  "W-what? No! She's my wife!"

  "She's not your wife yet, shut up!" Don Ramon snapped. He promptly pulled out the pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Alfred, while the victim seemed to be reaching for something in his own pocket. A taser. That's all he had. What a pity!