Trying to mask his mounting fear with arrogance, Kevin glared at Zoyar. "You dare point a gun at us? It looks like you don't know who I am or who my dad is. If anything happens to me, you will end up dead in a ditch. So you better lower your gun right now. I had seen many low-life trash like you when I was a child. People like you wag their tails in front of my family!"
Zoyar just tilted his head slightly while his expression changed into something closer to excitement. "Alright. I'll lower it."
He lowered the barrel of the gun slightly and, without a moment's hesitation, squeezed the trigger. The gunshot echoed like thunder. In an instant, the bullet tore through Kevin's left kneecap, and a sharp explosion of pain erupted through his throat, as well as shock that seemed to freeze time for everyone present.
