Seeing that Grace chose to be the shooting target without fear, Amon’s eyes turned sad again…

Whenever he was in danger, his daughter always came to save him regardless of her own safety.

“It’s worth dying for her, isn’t it?” He couldn’t help thinking.

Amon reached out his hand and looked at Casare calmly.

“Give me the gun.”

Casare didn’t do so but raised his chin at the bodyguards.

The bodyguards got his message and immediately pulled out their guns to aim at Grace and George.

Casare patted Amon’s face lightly with the gun that Grace had fired.

“Amon, obey the rules of the game, okay? If you shoot me...