The valorous Nagaraja Neil looked at Tamsik with a sharp and confident gaze.
His sea-green eyes with vertical black pupils seemed to be looking straight into Tamsik's soul.
At this moment, Tamsik was dangling in the air. The grip of Nagaraja's hand on his neck was pretty strong.
It was so suffocating that Tamsik felt it would break his neck. His eyes started bulging out as his feet started dangling. It felt like he wanted to say something as he gasped for breath.
Hatred flashed in Neil's eyes. He threw the criminal naga on the ground, meters away from him.
Tamsik immediately started gasping for breath. He coughed and sputtered as he pointed a shaky finger at Neil and asked, "Y-you!"
"Wh-what are-what are you doing here?"
Nagaraja Neil kicked the filthy man away and answered in an oppressive tone, "You dare to ask me what I am doing here?"