Just as I felt my throat about to be strangled, I heard the sound of gunfire.

"Stop! You're surrounded, put your hands up!"

The sound of conversation slowly came into my buzz ears, and I felt the arms around my neck relax.

The Slave who had locked my throat turned around with a loose grip and smiled sarcastically at the arrival, "Sir, just kidding."

I fell to the ground, covering my throat and hissing, my face a pained expression, but my heart already ...