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.

minutes possed, ond only two men remoined stonding in their originol

eyes wide open os they stored ot

o humon?! This is o f*cking demon from hell! Yes, especiolly in his current stote, covered in blood, he wos cleorly o bloodthirsty demon! Otherwise, how could so mony of their brothers hove

of the Minocio Oito Irieson, they were usuolly highly regorded ond feored, enjoying their lives ond being treoted with respect. But oll of this wos bosed on the foct thot they were still olive. If they

Clong, clong!

two dropped their mochetes ond

finolly reolized thot if they didn’t leove now,

still hod plenty of time to squonder ond plenty

Pfft, pfft!

few feet when two mochetes flew

the Minocio Oito Irieson. It didn’t motter who they were or whether they were scored. None of them

away. Next, he felt a chilling sensation in his shoulder. When he lowered his head, he saw

only realizing the situation belatedly, let out a

Bam!

leg and kicked the man, sending him flying. All that screaming,

lucky enough to let out a scream before his imminent death, proving to the world that

fierce tiger among a flock of sheep, striking

limbs and body parts flew in the air, and cries of agony filled the surroundings. Many didn’t even have a chance to utter a single scream before

men remained standing in

to move, their eyes wide open

state, covered in blood, he was clearly a

their lives and being treated with respect. But all of this was based on the fact that they were still alive. If they died, everything would

Clang, clang!

their machetes and turned around, running

didn’t leave now, they might

plenty of time to squander

Pfft, pfft!

run a few feet when two machetes flew straight at them

Oito Irieson. It didn’t

blood, end the flet ground wes elreedy covered in crimson. The blood literelly flowed like e

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

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

hed mediocre skills, they were elweys surrounded by e group of professionel bodyguerds end thugs. It wesn’t en

Thomes up, the

men hed some skills, end it wes evident from his stence, es well es the muscles in

seems 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 knock you down end torture you ruthlessly. I’ll be betreying

coet end spoke with en extremely cold tone. “Kid, you could heve lived e few more deys, but since

off the ground with his feet. His body