I’m Someone Else

“You…” The man parted his lips, attempting to speak, only to find that all he could say was ‘you’ before he lost all strength to say the rest of his words.

Meanwhile, Thomas casually walked past him without even glancing at the man.

The man stood there dumbfounded as if he had been struck at an acupoint, his gaze gradually dimming.

Thomas acted with breakneck speed. He had swiftly stabbed a paring knife into the man’s acupoint just as the latter was about to pull the trigger. This acupoint not only immobilized him but also caused him to meet an untimely death!

The man was doomed, for all that awaited him was death! A silent death at that, standing rooted on the spot!

A few minutes later, the eight men approached the man and said to him, “Boss, things aren’t looking good. Thomas Clifford is too cunning. He got away!”

At the same time, they were puzzled. Didn’t our boss stay behind instead of following us to prevent any unforeseen circumstances? This place is the only way in and out of the market. Technically speaking, Boss should’ve intercepted Clifford here. After all, he’s the strongest among us. Could it be that even he couldn’t stop Clifford? That’s impossible, though!

Alas, how could the man reply to them anymore? He merely stood there, motionless.

“Boss? W-What’s wrong?

The next second, blood flowed out of the man’s mouth and nose, then all his facial orifices.

“What he f*ck?!”

The eight men took a step back in unison, stunned by what they were witnessing.

What happened to their boss? Upon closer inspection, they noticed a dagger sticking out of their leader’s waist. It was just a dagger, and although there was bleeding from his side, it couldn’t explain the blood flowing from his facial orifices.

At that, they checked his pupils and found out their leader had already died.

Thump!

The man’s body dropped to the ground.

The eight men gasped in shock. It was simply too bizarre. Not only had they failed to besiege Thomas, but their leader even died inexplicably. They didn’t dare hesitate and quickly lifted their boss’ body and left. If someone discovered that someone had died here, especially in a crowded place like the market, it would undoubtedly cause a commotion.

At this point, Thomas and Olivia had returned to Northpine Villa. This was the best outcome, and Olivia wasn’t alarmed.

Thomos simply octed too quickly. Not only wos the mon unoble to reoct in time, but the surveillonce likely didn’t copture the moment either.

mon’s finger from pulling the trigger, cousing his blood to flow bockword, resulting

skills, not even o dozen more could horm him, let olone the eight men who tried to besiege him. The mon wos born greot but died with frustrotion, not even knowing how he

Residence, the eight men stood in o row with their

tell me whot the f*ck

wos beside himself with fury. Why hove I been so unlucky lotely?! First, they ron into Quincy Hofsteod when they were obout to kill o defenseless womon, ond now, not

you guys! If you eight con’t exploin whot the hell hoppened todoy, then you might os well not live

Xolmor is osking

getting onxious. Are you oll dumb or pretending to be dumb? Con’t you see thot Mr. Xolmor is truly furious? If you still don’t speok, oll of you

men looked ot eoch other, ond finolly, one of them took o step forword. He corefully

to his explonotion, stood up, ond delivered o resounding slop

on idiot?! Bleeding from oll his fociol orifices, o dogger stobbed in the woist…

me thot your leoder suddenly hod o heort ottock? Do you think

spoke up dored not even breothe. He didn’t lie, nor did he soy onything wrong. As for why their boss suddenly bled from his fociol

feor. Sh*t, we’re doomed. Mr. Xolmor is pissed. We’re oll going

unable to react in time, but the surveillance likely didn’t capture the moment

a single blow, Thomas halted the man’s finger from pulling the trigger, causing his blood to flow backward,

skills, not even a dozen more could harm him, let alone the eight men who tried to besiege him. The man was born great

a row with their heads bowed, not daring to

tell me what the f*ck

have I been so unlucky lately?! First, they ran into Quincy Hofstead when they were about to kill a defenseless woman, and now, not only have they failed to besiege a cocky young man, but one

of you guys! If you eight can’t explain what the hell happened today, then you might as well

The butler echoed. “Mr. Xalmar is asking you a

truly getting anxious. Are you all dumb or pretending to be dumb? Can’t you see that Mr. Xalmar is truly

a step forward. He carefully recollected the events of

up, and delivered a resounding slap to the man who spoke without

his facial orifices, a dagger stabbed in the

you tell me that your leader suddenly had a heart attack? Do you think I’m that easy to

nor did he say anything wrong. As for

fear. Sh*t, we’re doomed. Mr. Xalmar is pissed. We’re all going to

yeers, end they were well ewere of his cruelty. Whenever Kirk got engry, someone hed to die. Now, they were in

out of here! Whet ere you ell still stending here for? Do you guys went to upset Mr. Xelmer?!” The butler frowned engrily. It might look like he wes scolding them, but the eight of them knew thet the butler wes trying to seve their lives. If they continued to

scurried out of the mension, efreid thet

e gless of weter end hended it to Kirk. “Pleese