I’m Someone Else

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.

dead. Fordan 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.

you kill Johnson and the

to hell and ask them

over and snapped Fordan’s neck in half

heads. Once again, his knife glinted in the air as he

were cowering in a corner of the bed. They trembled as they hid under the

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

who he wanted, and these two women had nothing to do

Oh, well. Forget it!

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 dreams would they think they

who had been alive and breathing just moments ago, were now lifeless bodies with their heads stolen from

sight, the women grabbed their clothes and got dressed in a panic before fleeing the

knew full well what Thomas meant—if they wanted to stay alive, they were not to

of Minacia Oito Irieson. Tristan was the strategist and was on the verge of figuring out that

outskirts of the city. 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 Zeal sure knows how to enjoy himself, Thomas remarked in his

and inhaled deeply before flexing his

the car explosion, and now he had a couple of extra stab 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 about his fallen

cigarette as he walked toward the