"An executioner fond of lynching? So that’s how people think of me... Nice, I like it!"
Wilco was grinning slightly. He seemed like he really liked that comment, but Kieran felt like he was confronting his most formidable enemy yet.
He did not care if Wilco was smiling genuinely or not. The sheer pressure he felt from him was getting more and more intense.
[Fear] notifications kept spamming his vision.
Simones had fallen down because of Wilco's tremendous pressure. He was on his knees, looking pale as paper as sweat ran down his forehead.
"You think you're so smart, Simones, don't ya? Did you forget how your mentor died? You tried to trick me through a narrow passageway? The Night Demon Society members are among the oldest assassins in the world. You know what will become of you!"
Wilco rolled his red sleeves up to his elbows slowly, the same way that he spoke.
His words were like knives, cutting deep through Simones.
Simones’s pale face turned red from rage in an instant.
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