Another gunshot rang out.
This time, it pierced straight through the man's skull.
"Grandpa Luther," Luke stepped inside, his expression tense, his soaked clothes still stained with traces of blood that hadn't been fully washed away.
"Are you alright?"
Only after taking action did he realize that the men the grandpa Luther had arranged had already infiltrated the villa.
With coordination from both inside and out, everything had gone even more smoothly.
But he never expected that some rat inside would dare to pull a gun on Grandpa Luther.
When he heard the gunshot, his heart had nearly stopped.
"I'm fine," Grandpa Luther replied, his face icy as he glanced at Uncle Carlos's wounded arm.
"Uncle Carlos's injured.
Have someone come and bandage him up."
"It's just a flesh wound.
Nothing serious."
"Understood," Luke had naturally noticed the wound on Uncle Carlos's arm and cast a glance at the mercenary beside him.
