Jim felt a sense of despair growing as it grasped at his heart like a creeper vine. He didn’t think he would get seen through by an unexpected development. He couldn’t understand why this youth facing him knew about guns.
A second later, he suddenly took a step back as he wanted to use this opportunity to disengage the safety. But Milo would never give him the chance to do so. He charged at Jim like a cannonball, crushing Jim’s ribs. Even his gun was sent flying out of his hand.
Jim had nothing to rely on now.
He laid on the ground, coughing up blood, and said, “L-Let me go. I’ll tell you where I kept all my belongings...”
“Tell me first and I’ll let you go,” Milo said calmly.
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