Farewell

"Guys, there's no need for this, right? Even though you outnumber me, the outcome of a fight might not be in your favor. At least I can guarantee that both of you won't come out unscathed! I admit I was at fault first, so I apologize to the lady. I don't have much on me right now, nothing to compensate you with. Don't believe me? Take a look!"

Christopher said, opening his backpack and pouring out a pile of items. Among them were handcuffs, leg irons, a whip, candles...

Daisy's face flushed as she muttered, "You rascal!"

"Miss, this is called ambiance! I'm not lying, am I? I really am very sorry! There's no need for us to resort to violence. It's not good to harm each other. With so few survivors left, as fellow humans, let's spare each other. Let me go, and I promise not to bother you again!" Christopher's expression was sincere.

"Fair point! There's really no need for this!" Elijah nodded, then pulled out a handgun.

A gunshot rang out.