It was only after Malviero's last statement that understanding hit Tristan and his gaze went from confused to almost furious.
His eyes darkened at the rathee sudden and silly accusation this old geumpy man was trying to put on him.
"Excuse you?" The disgust in his face wasn't even filtered or hidden a slight bit as he glared daggers at Malviero who had now lifted his gun into view.
"Oh, don't play ignorant with me, boy. I've dealt with your kind and type for years. I'm not new to this game, remember?" He said, releasing a crook smile that made even more creepy.
Right now, he was dressed in a plain singlet and black pants, his protruding belly was prominent from what Tristan believed to have been excessive drinking for some time and to crown it all, he reeked of alcohol and smoke.
Palsy subconsciously stepped back when he lifted his left hand, holding his gun to Tristan's face,revealing his unshaved hairy armpit.
