Chette was the shooter.
The gun was a homemade double-barreled firearm.
The first shot missed, but the second shot was enough.
Watching the bastard fall into a pool of blood, quickly silenced, Chette's face remained calm, even as he was pinned to the ground by two of Beileitz's guards.
On the contrary, Beileitz's two guards were buzzing in their heads.
What happened?
How did Beileitz get assassinated?
What do we do now?
As the nominal guards and actual bodyguards of Beileitz, their identities were known to most people.
And after today's incident, they would definitely never be hired again!
Simply put...
They were done for!
Anger, regret, and mixed with fear for the future, distorted the faces of the two Beileitz guards.
Without any hesitation, they both threw punches.
But before their fists could land, they turned and ran for their lives.
Because—
Explosives!
In Chette's arms lay explosives.
And the fuse was already lit.
"Madman!"
