Damian Xavier said nothing, just smiled as he watched Alex Alden and his men.
The man who had been standing beside him, the one who had only drawn attention at the very beginning—Tristan Xavier—wasted no words. He raised his gun and pointed it directly at Alex Alden and his men.
Tristan Xavier spoke. "The time is now."
His calm demeanor dared them to try him, and Alex Alden and his men didn't dare make a rash move.
Staring down the dark muzzle of Tristan Xavier's gun, Alex Alden never imagined things would turn out like this.
'All I wanted was to pull off one quiet smuggling job. Why did I have to run straight into Damian Xavier's hands and have him capture all my men?'
'And now I have to worry that one wrong word will get my head blown off. Tristan Xavier's gun isn't picky.'
No matter how bad his business was doing, he wasn't willing to trade his life for a single smuggling deal.
'It was a terrible deal!'
