Chapter 268 - Eliminating Some Ruffians
"Why feel fear when you're already a dead man?" Pedro's voice reverberated through the silence, sending a shiver down Gary's spine.
Gary quickly turned around, his eyes locking onto Pedro's bruised and battered face. That same unsettling grin, ever-present, curled Pedro's lips. Gary stammered, his mind racing to grasp the situation. "Wh-Wh-What are you?"
Gary looked into Pedro's eyes but the only thing he saw was madness, he realized right at that moment, that talking his way out of this situation was impossible. Not with this guy being here.
Pedro, still tied to the chair, suddenly heard a gunshot. The ropes binding his hands fell away. He slowly brought his hands forward, noticing that the rope had been expertly severed by the bullet. With a smirk, he gave a thumbs-up toward the direction from which the shot had come. He then rubbed his sore wrists, remarking, "Me? I'm just a humble negotiator."