Chapter 97

“Y-You…A-Andrius Moonshade, y-you can’t kill me!”

The strong suffocation tightened Randal’s jaw muscles to the point that he could not even speak a proper sentence.

He was just a Trust Fund Kid, a playboy. He was but an empty vessel.

When he faced death, he was no different from other normal human beings. In fact, he was more horrified and looked even more wretched than others.

Everyone was equal in front of death.

“Oh?” Andrius looked at Randal and asked, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

Then, he started to tighten his grip on Randal’s neck.

Randal felt his hold tightening and was more terrified than ever. Not only did he wet his pants, but he sh*t his pants as well.

As he struggled between life and death, he came up with a

reason.

to

cackled with laughter. He laughed so hard that he lost his

than Randal had seen in his entire life, and Randal was telling him

had his own gang of hitmen, the Dark Night, and he had definitely killed more than he could count, yet he came

with disdain,

“W-what?”

came up with the reason because he panicked and did not know what else to say, yet Andrius

looked at Andrius in disbelief and his eyes showed a hint

course.” Andrius smiled, showing off his white

Randal onto the couch

still

him go? Was it because he was afraid of breaking

flashing through his mind, and his gaze then

Andrius, and 72 ways to make Andrius wish he was dead. He wanted to

him, and it put a wicked

turned around and said, “I’m not killing you,

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