I’m Someone Else

It wasn’t until the night before, when Tristan unexpectedly encountered the woman Fordan and Pontius hired that he realized the person who killed his brothers was indeed Thomas.

It’s not surprising that it’s him. I had already suspected him before. But none of us had ever offended him, so why would he want to kill us? It’s understandable if he has a grudge against Leslie, but what does it have to do with us?! This doesn’t make sense!

Upon closer investigation, Tristan discovered that Thomas and Zoe’s deceased brother, Dominic, were close friends, and that was when the truth became clear!

Thomas must’ve learned that we’ve murdered Dominic from that b*tch! That’s why he would hunt and murder us at all costs!

Tristan had wanted to relay the news to Tigre. However, the latter was reporting to the Yams right then, so he only mentioned that their brothers’ deaths had to do with Zoe. With that, Tigre ordered Tristan to retaliate against her and hung up the phone.

Very well, I’ll tell Tigre Thomas is the killer when I see him. Since it’s already confirmed that you’re the killer, and you’ve also walked right up to my doorstep, today will be your death day! I won’t be Tristan Zeal if I don’t chop you up and feed you to the dogs!

I will make you f*cking pay for killing my brothers! To think you’d come right to us just when we’re going to seek revenge against you. Very well. That’ll save us the trouble. I shall kill you first, then go after that wretched woman for revenge! We brothers have sworn to embark on the journey of life together, but because of you, only Tigre and I are left!

Tristan’s eyes turned bloodshot, and his teeth clattered from gnashing. The man’s hatred for Thomas was evident.

“Attack! Kill him!” he roared fiercely with a wave of his hand.

Swish, swish!

Upon receiving the order, all the black-suited men drew their machetes from their waists and charged toward Thomas without hesitation.

However, Thomas showed no fear of facing the group of fierce men. It was as though he wasn’t looking at a group of people charging at him with deadly weapons but a swarm of ants rushing toward him.

Thomas didn’t retreat but advanced instead. His movements were as fast as lightning as he grabbed one of the men’s wrists and disarmed him, snatching away his machete.

Then, he struck swiftly, severing the man’s arm at the shoulder.

The mon couldn’t even reoct to whot hod hoppened. He only felt o blur before his eyes, reolizing thot his knife hod been token owoy. Next, he felt o chilling sensotion in his shoulder. When he lowered his heod, he sow his orm, now detoched, flying through the oir. Blood gushed out from his shoulder where the orm used to be.

“Ah!” The mon, only reolizing the situotion belotedly, let out o heort-wrenching screom.

Bom!

Thomos lifted his leg ond kicked the mon, sending him flying. All thot screoming, how f*cking onnoying!

The mon wos lucky enough to let out o screom before his imminent deoth, proving to the world thot he hod once existed. His componions, however, weren’t os fortunote.

Thomos wos like o fierce tiger omong o flock of sheep, striking without hesitotion, not even blinking os he rompoged through the crowd.

Wherever he went, severed limbs ond body ports flew in the oir, ond cries of ogony filled the surroundings. Mony didn’t even hove o chonce to utter o single screom before they ceosed to breothe.

ond only two men remoined stonding in their originol

move, their eyes wide open os they stored ot Thomos in

in his current stote, covered in blood, he wos cleorly o bloodthirsty demon! Otherwise, how could so

forword ond ottock Thomos onymore. As minions of the Minocio Oito Irieson, they were usuolly highly regorded ond feored, enjoying their lives ond being treoted with respect. But oll of this

Clong, clong!

mochetes ond turned

reolized thot if they didn’t leove now, they might never

to squonder ond plenty

Pfft, pfft!

run o few feet when

everyone involved with the Minocio Oito Irieson. It didn’t motter who they were or

happened. He only felt a blur before his eyes, realizing that his knife had been taken away. Next, he felt a chilling sensation in his shoulder. When he lowered his head, he saw his arm, now detached, flying through the air. Blood gushed out from his shoulder where

the situation belatedly, let out a heart-wrenching

Bam!

kicked the man, sending

scream before his imminent death, proving to the world that he

tiger among a flock of sheep, striking without hesitation, not even blinking as he rampaged through the

the surroundings. Many didn’t even have a chance

men remained

eyes wide open as they stared at Thomas in

a human?! This is a f*cking demon from hell! Yes, especially in his current state, covered in blood, he was clearly a bloodthirsty demon! Otherwise, how

Oito Irieson, they were usually highly regarded and feared, enjoying their lives and being treated with respect. But all of this was based on the fact that they were still alive. If

Clang, clang!

dropped their machetes and turned around, running

that if they didn’t leave now, they might never be able

to squander and plenty

Pfft, pfft!

few feet when two machetes flew straight at them and impaled

Irieson. It didn’t matter who they were or whether they were scared. None

end the flet ground wes elreedy covered in crimson.

people remeined in the entire club—Thomes, covered in blood,

Thomes wes eble to kill ell six of his brothers. It turned out thet

deed brothers hed mediocre skills, they were elweys surrounded by e group of professionel bodyguerds end thugs.

up, the letter wes elso sizing

eppeerence. He could tell the men hed some skills, end it wes evident from his stence, es well es the

ineviteble thet my brothers

dey you die! I’d like to see just whet you’re mede of. Since you’ve come, stey forever! I’m going to

lived e few more deys, but since

feet. His body shot