Chapter 91. Meeting with Fritz

"What brings you here?" asked Fritz coldly. His hand held a revolver. At the other end was a mannequin with Sagara's picture. Fritz fired repeatedly, and none of his shots missed. All of them hit the head on the forehead. Even when Fritz's subordinates flew balloons printed with Sagara's face, Fritz's shots still hit the flying balloons. Araf was astonished to see it. Why did he repeatedly fail if it was confirmed that Fritz always tried to kill Sagara? Even now, Fritz's face was also battered. His jaw was still lumpy from being hit by the chair that Sagara threw last night.

"I want to negotiate!" Araf said.

Fritz immediately faced to the right, to where Araf was standing. His hand quickly pointed the revolver at Araf's forehead. "If you want to prevent me from killing that blue-eyed bastard, don't expect me to grant it!"

Araf smiled. He lowered Fritz's revolver and aimed it at the left heart. "Shoot me now! I'm willing to prevent you from killing my best friend. But only