There was a dead silence after the shot, and none of the four men in the conference room knew what to say.
Then, the two soldiers guarding outside the door rushed in. A few seconds after that, a group of armed soldiers also rushed into the room.
They all pointed their rifles at Elvis. As long as the order was given, they would riddle him with bullets at once.
However, Elvis still leaned back in his chair, placing his feet on the table and putting up a middle finger to Frank. He seemed to be completely indifferent to the bullet that had just shaved his cheek and the rifles that were now pointed at him.
Squinting at Arnold, he asked, “Is this you have arranged in advance to cow me into submission? Or is the i***t standing beside you always so impulsive?”
Though Elvis looked
