They fell to the floor together. Ren's ears were ringing.
He looked up and saw Cilian already pulling out his own gun from his holster in his coat. Cilian's hand was steady, even though his shoulder was bleeding through his suit. He was still smiling, though it looked more like a snarl now.
He fired his gun twice, and in a second, a body fell from the rafters and hit the concrete floor below with a loud thud. He had such a terrifying precision, even when using a Glock to aim at someone from such a height.
He was living up to his words when he said, Someone has to pay for his blood spilled. There was no way he'd let the man who shot him live.
No need for an interrogation; he already had a clue who was behind this, who was aiming to use Ren to get to him. A smart but dangerous move. How dare they aim for his Ren?
