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.

you?!” By the time Fordan could react, Pontius was already dead. Fordan cast his murderous gaze at the assailant only to realize it was Thomas. Isn’t he the one Tristan thinks is

you kill

can go to hell and ask

and snapped Fordan’s

their heads. Once again, his

of the bed. They trembled as they hid under the

a flash of sympathy. When it came down to it, they were pitiful

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

Oh, well. Forget it!

alive, act like you didn’t see what

were crying in fear; it had been far too terrifying for them. They thought they were just going to please a couple of wealthy men and earn some money. Never in their wildest dreams

alive and breathing just moments ago,

of sight, the women grabbed their clothes and

wanted to stay alive,

the verge of figuring out that Thomas was behind the killings. Given a bit more time, he would most likely be

of the

feel a sense of serenity. It was like a haven away from the hustle and bustle of the city. This Tristan Zeal

and inhaled deeply

from 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

he walked toward the villa

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