What the hell?

Delmor was frightened, he felt the cold temperature of the knife entering his stomach.

The thug who stabbed the knife in his stomach immediately retreated, he didn't understand why he acted like that just now.

It was as if someone was telling him that he had to kill the young man.

Delmor knelt on the ground, both of his hands were clutching the knife stuck in his stomach, blood started to ooze from the wound and this made him feel despair and fear.

His body began to tremble, and  the blood flowing out of him made him start to feel cold.

Nautus seeing his subordinate stab Delmor in the stomach with a knife was also a bit surprising, but he was not afraid.

"Sh! Kill him."

"Yes, Boss."

Delmor heard Nautus speak and felt even more afraid, but he did not understand why in his heart he felt more anger.