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

kill

can go to hell and

and snapped Fordan’s neck in

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

the bed. They trembled as they hid

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

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

Oh, well. Forget it!

you didn’t see what

couple of wealthy men and earn some money. Never

been alive and breathing just moments ago, were now lifeless bodies with their

sight, the women grabbed their

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

location to find Tristan Zeal, the third member of Minacia Oito Irieson. Tristan was the strategist and was on the verge of figuring out that Thomas was behind

the outskirts of the city. The

who came to the park would feel a sense of serenity. It was like

up a cigarette, and inhaled deeply before

from the injuries he sustained 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 would never cry over something as inconsequential as

his cigarette as he walked toward the

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