1370 Pawn

"Who?! It's you! You piece of—"

Kaomu, who fell to the ground head on, lost two of his front teeth. Turning around and covering his bleeding mouth, he saw the figure he envied and hated.

He wanted to scold him, but before he could, Kieran's cold glare stopped him.

A cunning opportunist who relied on lies to make a name for himself certainly wasn't a strong-willed person. In front of Kieran's killer glare, which was tempered by slaughtering myriads of living souls, other than collapsing, Kaomu couldn't show any other reaction.

However, Kieran didn't want a collapsed Kaomu, but rather, a sane one who could tell him everything honestly.

So, Kieran looked down at him, opened his left hand in front of Kaomu and waved his fingers in a unique, rhythmic way.

It was like his fingers were blessed with magic, as they captivated Kaomu's eyes.

In Kaomu's ears, Kieran's heavy, hoarse voice echoed.

"Listen, the growls that echoe in your ears.