Nathan Thorne scratched his head in embarrassment, chuckled twice, but didn't say a word.
Seeing that Nathan didn't speak, Hector Grant didn't mind. Turning around to look at the crowd, Hector's expression grew a few degrees colder than before.
"Whoever dares to cause trouble here again, don't blame me for not holding back."
Hearing Hector's words and looking at the gun in his hand, many people shrank back slightly.
But someone was still unwilling to give up. "They were the ones who wanted to open an orphanage, that's why we came..."
"You said it yourself, they are the ones opening the orphanage. Naturally, it's up to them to decide what kind of orphans to take in."
"But—"
"But what?" Hector asked seemingly casually, twirling the gun in his hand. The action looked nonchalant, but it made quite a few people shudder. Faced with the cold firearm, no one dared to utter another sound.
