“I'd advise you not to take out your pistol here,” said Ian, glancing at Frade's hand behind his waist, “Although Mr Blanton told me to try to get you out peacefully, he did not forbid me to use force against you.”

“You can try.” Before Frade could finish his sentence, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Ian's head.

“Once again, let us go!”

Even though Frade's pistol was aimed at Ian's head, he didn't change his expression. The next moment, a red light came from nearby. A small red dot was pointed right at Frade's heart.

Ian just waved his hand, and the red light shot straight...