Aidan's finger was already on the trigger, but when he heard the shout from outside, he paused.
The chief secretary of the provincial capital, Louis Marsh?
This name was a little familiar.
He gritted his teeth and put his gun away. Then, he snarled at Isaac, "You dipshit, just wait. I'll make sure you rot in prison."
The door opened with a click. Louis pushed up his glasses on his nose, and the first thing he saw was a bloody Aidan, whose forehead was sporting a huge bump.
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