"No!!!!!!!!"
Watching his mother get shot dead on the spot, Mu La Flaga lunged forward like a madman, desperately trying to stop the blood pouring from the bullet wound.
But unfortunately, his efforts were completely futile.
The terrifying Cavitation Effect of the large-caliber revolver had reduced the heart inside her chest to mush. Some of her muscle tissue had even been blasted out through her back along with the bullet.
With injuries like that, let alone trying to plug the wound with his hands, she probably could not have been saved even if an emergency room had been right beside them.
"Don't be too sad."
Allen lightly patted the blonde youth on the shoulder, deliberately putting on a sympathetic expression as he comforted him. "Just like the Atlantic Federation's television media often says, although your mother died, she gained precious freedom. Is there anything in this world more precious than freedom, more worthy of giving everything for—even one's life?"
Needless to say, those psychologically devastating remarks instantly sent chills down the spines of the Azrael family members present.
After all, those engaged in medicine, finance, and arms trading had once used such rhetoric to fool the people of other countries.
They would then create opposition, conflict, and discord before launching military interventions under the pretext of "human rights," thereby plundering vast amounts of wealth.
But they had never imagined that one day, such a thing would fall upon their own heads.
Mu La Flaga, already on the verge of being driven insane, suddenly scrambled up from the floor and roared madly, "Go ahead! Shoot me dead! Shoot me right here!"
"Sorry, but that wasn't how the rules of the game I announced worked. Do you know why your mother was shot dead just now? Because you chose too slowly and