Allen gripped Lawrence's throat with one hand.
Lawrence's face flushed red as he suffocated. He futilely pointed his gun hand toward Allen's head, but the gaze piercing through the gap in that hood was sharp as a blade, sending a chill down his back.
This man could kill him faster than he could fire!
Even more terrifying was the unknown power that had shattered the shield. His opponent probably had more tricks in reserve.
Lawrence's fingers slowly loosened, and the pistol fell to the ground.
"Let's... negotiate..." Lawrence forced a hoarse voice from his throat.
"Negotiate? You fucking shot to kill first, and now you want to negotiate?!" Bryce roared.
"Hit him a couple of times! See if he still dares try anything!"
"We can't trust him!"
"He's definitely trying to use negotiations to kill us again!"
Lawrence ignored the curses around him, struggling to keep his voice steady. "Mining United... only negotiates with the strong... You've proven yourselves qualified... Naturally, we're sincere..."
With difficulty, he pointed at the hand around his throat. "Think about it... If we fight... how many people will die? Don't worry... I won't do anything stupid... If you can kill me once... you can kill me a second time..."
His ruthlessness in still trying to control the situation with a knife at his throat actually calmed the furious crowd a little.
Indeed, Mining United's side consisted entirely of armed soldiers. The Wild Dog Gang had more people, but neither side would come out ahead if they fought.
A stir ran through the Wild Dog Gang's people, and finally, they all turned toward Dorothea.
She had spoken up in time to warn them just now. She must know quite a bit about United Mining.
Miss Crow's gaze was sharp as a hawk's. After a moment's thought,