A sudden gunshot—BANG!—startled everyone present.
Stephen Lawrence and his men remained calm. They glanced at the person on the ground before lowering their gazes, pretending they hadn't seen a thing.
The members of the Sterling family stared wide-eyed at the sudden turn of events. Seeing Magnus Sterling lying on the ground, they froze for a few seconds before covering their mouths in shock.
In this post-apocalyptic world, things like this happened all too often. They weren't young anymore; they were used to it.
It was just that the one who died was someone they had known for years, a rival they had contended with for just as long. Moments ago, he had been speaking to them; now, he was dead at their feet.
A wave of sorrow washed over them. Marcus Sterling was also unsettled. His eye twitched, and his gaze upon Magnus Sterling was indescribably complex.
He was his brother, after all. How could he remain completely unmoved as he died right before his eyes?
