!
Everyone present was stunned.
"Stop! Stop!!"
A rush of hurried footsteps echoed as Draven arrived with his men.
With such a commotion in the casino and my personal involvement, there was no way he wouldn't have gotten wind of it.
"Son!"
Draven lunged towards Dane, only to find that Dane wasn't dead. He was just lying on the ground, convulsing all over, with a puddle of foul-smelling liquid spreading beneath him.
Dane had pissed himself in fear.
He was Draven's son, and over the years, Draven had done quite a bit for me. So from the start, I never intended to kill him, just teach him a lesson.
That shot I fired moments ago? I aimed it at the wall behind him.
Seeing Draven's arrival, Dane immediately burst into tears and burrowed into his father's arms, pointing at me accusingly:
"Dad! Get someone to kill him! Have him killed now!"
His lackeys started chiming in, one after another, with their own accusations.