I’m Someone Else

Chapter 127

Pontius heard someone entering the room and began bellowing at the person before he even saw who it was. He had assumed the only person who could’ve barged into his room right now had to be one of his men.

F*cking hell! Why the f*ck does he think he can work for me when he can’t even read the room? Are you f*cking blind?! How dare you disturb me at a time like this! Piss me off, and I’ll blow your head off!

Alas, Thomas wasn’t Pontius’ subordinate, so he wouldn’t do as Pontius said.

Crash!

He didn’t bother wasting his words on Pontius and instead grabbed the flowerpot by the door to throw it at Pontius.

Pontius, who was kneeling on the bed, was completely caught off guard. The pot hit him right in the head, and he began to bleed.

“Pontius!” Fordan Lockwood, the fourth member of Minacia Oito, immediately exclaimed in shock. What kind of men do you have working with you? Not only did he barge into his boss’ room, but even after getting chewed out for it, he had the guts to toss a pot at your head! Is he trying to get himself killed?

“What the f*ck?! I’m going to kill you!”

Enraged, Pontius turned to look for his clothes. He kept a gun in his pocket and wanted to kill the person who had the nerve to throw a pot at him. You’ve got a f*cking death wish!

However, before Pontius found his clothes, Thomas rushed over and clutched his throat. He pressed Pontius down on the bed and squeezed his hand. A loud crack rang out as Pontius’ neck snapped.

Alas, Pontius died without knowing who killed him. Even if he had the chance to enter one of the other members’ dreams and ask to be avenged, he had no name to give.

cast his murderous gaze at the assailant only to realize it was Thomas. Isn’t he the one Tristan thinks is the prime suspect for the killer? Tristan’s right. This punk’s

kill

can go to hell and ask

over and snapped Fordan’s neck

heads. Once again, his knife glinted in

in a corner of the bed. They

it came down to it, they were pitiful ones who were forced into this

got who he wanted, and these two women had nothing to do with Dominic’s death, so he didn’t think

Oh, well. Forget it!

this. If you want to stay alive, act like you didn’t see

just going to please a couple of wealthy

been alive and breathing just moments ago, were

sight, the women grabbed their

meant—if they wanted to stay alive, they were not to say a

Minacia Oito Irieson. Tristan was the strategist and was on the verge of figuring out that Thomas was behind the killings. Given a bit more time, he would most likely be able to

on the outskirts of the

every corner of the place, those who came to the park would feel a sense of serenity. It was like a haven away from the hustle and bustle of the city. This Tristan

up a cigarette, and inhaled

stab wounds. Naturally, he was still in pain. Anyone else would be sobbing from

his cigarette as he walked toward

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