Chapter: 1127

Hendrix soon discovered that Victor was having a hard time avoiding him anymore. Victor's right arm caught his attention. He didn't notice the blood on Victor's shirt at first because the latter was wearing a dark shirt.

The bullet didn't hit Victor, but it grazed Victor's arm. It wasn't a shallow wound, and his sleeve was soon covered in blood.

Hendrix's expression got more ferocious, and his hands moved more rapidly. It wasn't an accident that he kept going after the wound on

Victor's right arm.

Victor had no time to get away from the situation.

During their fight, they knocked over the tea cabinet.

As a result, the plates resting atop the cabinet were smashed to pieces. Hendrix again stopped Victor as he was about to dodge. He lunged at Victor with a razor-sharp knife.

“Fuck you!"

In his pupils, the knife's point grew larger and larger.

Bang!

Clang!

In a sound like a gunshot, Hendrix's knife came loose from his grip.

A crackling sound accompanied the plates as they fell to the floor.

Disbelievingly, Hendrix widened his eyes in awe, with his neck stiff, and his face contorted.

His clothes were soon drenched in blood as blood came out non-stop from his heart. All over his body, he felt a sharp, stabbing pain.

He swayed, but in the end, he had to let go. At this point, he was on the floor, having fallen to his knees in a flop. He didn't have time to evaluate where the gunfire originated from.

Hendrix didn't realize that a Ferrari was parked in the vacant yard behind him.

Carson sprung from his seat. Smiling, the man shook the gun he held.

His gaze fell on Hendrix, who was sprawled out on the floor, as he made his way up the stairs.

His subordinate was right there next to him.

"It seems that I am still an excellent shooter. Since I hadn't used it in a while, I assumed my proficiency had deteriorated." A satisfied Carson took a peek at the shot.

Carson had already arrived, and Victor had noted.

He struck the tea cabinet intentionally. He purposely turned

Hendrix's back to the vestibule, exposing Hendrix's vulnerability.

Carson was able to shoot Hendrix with ease in the back because he could see him from the greatest vantage point.