[Warning! This chapter contains strong gore and bloody combat scenes. Proceed with caution]
It felt awkward at first. Him on the ground, a once-ranting man staring at him, and a petite girl doing the same.
The man didn't say a word. His hands went into his pockets, bringing out a pistol.
Julian raised his hands in the air. Even though he knew that bullets did him no harm, he just wanted the man to feel like he had accomplished something—accomplished something by making him raise his hands.
"I mean no harm," Julian said, trying to smile so he could assure them that he was friendly.
The man wasn't taking it as Julian had expected, though.
Julian had expected the man to smile and be glad that he had company—a powerful-looking one at that.
He had expected the man to sigh in relief, welcome him, and then ask how he came here.
But the man was acting all weird. He held the trigger of the gun, almost pulling it, shouting at Julian.
