I’m Someone Else

“Yes, that’s all. Zoe Ginger is always either working at Twilight Bar or staying at home. The only people around her are the four bodyguards who stick to her at all times. We didn’t find any suspicious activity.”

“Useless! You’re all useless!” Dick snarled. “Go! Keep your eyes on that b*tch, but don’t tip off anyone!”

“Got it!”

The subordinate acknowledged the order and rushed out of the room. He knew things would get ugly when his boss’ temper flared up.

“F*cking hell! What the f*ck is going on? It’s been so long, yet we haven’t been able to find that f*cking killer! How are Johnson and the others supposed to rest in peace? F*ck!” Dick cursed.

He paced about in his room. “Is it possible that it’s not someone from Irieson who’s behind the killings?”

The thought suddenly occurred to him. After all, the Minacia Oito didn’t limit themselves to Irieson. They made plenty of enemies all over Droycore. Maybe someone out there came over to seek vengeance by killing them off.

Bang!

Just then, he heard a loud noise.

“Who the f*ck is it?”

Dick was already in a foul mood. He didn’t expect anyone would have the nerve to come over and disturb him now. Are they itching to die?

He went downstairs. His fury made his eyes turn bloodshot.

How f*cking annoying! Who the hell is making such a ruckus? Don’t they know I have a lot on my mind right now?

However, when he came to the living room, his eyes widened in shock.

He could see from the open door that the massive steel gate of his villa had been torn off its hinges. What on earth? Did a bunch of construction workers come over to wreck my house?

Thomas, who was

spat out while biting down on

on my expensive leather couch right after breaking into my house! Does he think he owns the place? This is my house, you dumb*ss! You just work for me! he cursed

he then realized something. Wait. Hang on. He doesn’t look familiar. He can’t be one of my men. Something’s wrong, and why does it seem like I’ve seen him

in the mood to waste his breath

Whoosh.

he appeared beside Dick like a gust of

Crack!

Dick’s fingers with

move so quickly? He was sitting on

to scum like Dick, who was nothing more than a

enough for Thomas to see to it that Dick died a gruesome

Thump!

his foot and kicked Dick in the chest, and the latter flew backward with his body curled

Crackle.

television hanging on the wall before crumpling to the ground with blood gushing out of his nostrils

emanating from every fiber of his being; he had never felt

lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply before he

caved in. All his organs were bleeding. He

looked up

It’s him!

before. Isn’t this Thomas Clifford? He is the killer after

for him, the realization

around Dick’s head before taking out

Splat.

quick flick, Thomas separated Dick’s head from the rest of his

the killer was a madman who