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.

his murderous gaze at the assailant only to realize it was Thomas. Isn’t

you kill Johnson and the

go to hell and ask them

marched over and snapped Fordan’s neck in

jackets and wrapped them around their heads. Once again, his knife glinted in the air as he took

a corner of the

and felt a flash of sympathy. When it came down to it, they were pitiful ones who were forced into this by

two women had nothing to do with Dominic’s death, so he didn’t think it was right for

Oh, well. Forget it!

two better remember this. If you want to stay alive, act like you didn’t see what

were just going to please a couple of wealthy men and earn some money. Never in their wildest

men, who had been alive and breathing just moments ago, were now lifeless bodies

grabbed their clothes and got

they wanted to stay alive, they were not to say a word

the verge of figuring

the outskirts of the city.

flowers scattered across 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 Zeal sure knows how to enjoy himself, Thomas remarked in

cigarette, and inhaled deeply before flexing his

wounds. Naturally, he was still in pain. Anyone else would be sobbing from the pain right now, but he didn’t. He would never cry over something as inconsequential as physical pain. His tears only welled up when he thought

cigarette as he walked toward the villa within the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255