286. Setting one's own deathtrap_2

"Hmm, yes." Denise Green touched her head and asked,

"Do you want to delete this clause? Or lower the amount of compensation?"

Noland Lee smiled and shook his hand,

"No. I won't do that. Even if I really applied to modify the clause, Mingwaq Pomida wouldn't agree."

"Then what are your thoughts?" Denise asked, scratching her head in confusion.

"When I brandish the dagger in front of the enemy, there is only one thing on the enemy's mind."

Noland Lee pointed to his own body:

"That is how to force me into a state where I can't use spells, and then drive the dagger into my heart. Right?"

"Yes," Denise said, still not fully understanding.

"But here comes the problem, who said that this dagger is my weakness?"

Noland Lee smiled wickedly.

With the speed of lightning, he picked up the dagger from the table, tore open the clothes at his chest, and plunged it straight into his heart!

"Ah! Don't do that, Jarvis!"

Denise screamed in horror!