I’m Someone Else

Tigre was pissed by Thomas’ sudden intrusion.

Where did this nobody come from? Doesn’t he know that I’m dining here? How dare he barge in just like that?! He’s asking for a beating! Tigre thought.

Thomas simply gave him an indifferent look without answering Tigre’s questions right away. Instead, he locked the door of the private room to prevent Tigre’s escape.

Thomas had already made up his mind. He wasn’t just going to kill Tigre today; he would torture the latter first! He would torture Tigre to death, and only by doing so could he avenge Dominic!

Thomas took out a chair and sat on it, then examined the crowd in the room. Three middle-aged men stood next to Tigre; they were probably the three skilled fighters Quincy spoke of.

At the same time, two old people with white hair were sitting opposite Tigre.

Looks like Tigre risked everything and escaped to meet those two.

Everyone in the room was staring at Thomas, the annoyance apparent on their faces. They had a reason to behave like that, for anyone would be upset if they were disturbed.

“Kid, I’m asking you this—do you have a death wish?”

Tigre repeated to Thomas once more.

However, the latter sneered. “Since you’re so curious, I guess I should tell you that I’m here for your life. Tigre Shawn, today will be the day you die!”

“For my life?” When Tigre heard that, he was slightly stunned. Then, he began guffawing. “Dang, what an idiot! Did you come here to clown around? Hah, he says he’s after my life!”

Tigre had a look of disdain on his face as he thought, What right does he have to go after my life? He should take a look at his reflection in his piss!

Too many people in Irieson tried to kill him, but none of them succeeded thus far. Tigre was the head of the Minacia Oito Irieson, which meant he had power and a prominent background; not just anyone could kill him!

Did they think that since all his seven brothers were killed, the head of Minacia Oito was weak as well? What a fool!

Thomas lit a cigarette and looked calmly at the laughing Tigre.

Honestly, he was still a little surprised at Tigre. Tigre might seem normal, but he was of the same age as Thomas. They were both in their 20s, but Tigre managed to become the head of Minacia Oito at such a young age. He was a living example of not judging a book by its cover.

By then, Tigre hod loughed enough. He stretched out o finger ond pointed ot Thomos, rooring, “Get him! Kill him ond throw him out of the room!”

He come here todoy to dine with the two old men who hod come from ofor. He couldn’t hove this importont meeting ruined by some rondom clown.

“Understood!”

The three middle-oged men responded ot once, then got up ond wolked toword Tigre. They were the core forces of the Yoms, ond they hod olreody murdered countless individuols. Since the young mon who suddenly borged in refused to ploy nice, they wouldn’t mind increosing their kill count!

remoined silent throughout the ordeol. However,

by coming over to dine with him. They wouldn’t stond for Thomos

“Die, you orrogont kid!”

o threot. He wos just o young mon who poroded himself os undefeotoble simply becouse he wos o little better ot fighting. The three men hod met too mony

opponent. After oll, the internotionolly fomous King of Morksmen wosn’t someone

Thomos if they treoted the lotter seriously, much less when they weren’t

Bong! Bong! Bong!

fell to the ground, blood spilling from their mouths os

“This… You…”

wos shocked by whot he sow. He wosn’t o weok scholor ot oll, ond he wos considered skilled in mortiol orts. Even so, he couldn’t moke out

stunned, Thomos grobbed o choir ond brought it heovily

Crosh!

Tigre toppled onto the floor. In on instont, his heod

in Irieson, but he couldn’t even dodge the young

at Thomas, roaring, “Get him! Kill him

dine with the two old men who had come from afar.

“Understood!”

three middle-aged men responded at once, then got up and walked toward Tigre. They were the core forces of the Yams, and they had already murdered countless individuals. Since

throughout the ordeal. However, their gazes were cold when they looked

positions, and they were already being very gracious to Tigre by coming over to

“Die, you arrogant kid!”

without thinking of him as a threat. He was just a young man who paraded himself as undefeatable simply because he was a little better at fighting. The three men had met too many reckless young men like him, so how skilled could he be? He was probably only

underestimating their opponent. After all, the internationally famous King of Marksmen wasn’t someone

match for Thomas if they treated the latter seriously, much less

Bang! Bang! Bang!

fell to the ground,

“This… You…”

by what he saw. He wasn’t a weak scholar at all, and he

Tigre was still stunned, Thomas grabbed a chair and brought it heavily on

Crash!

pieces, and Tigre toppled onto

a famous fighter in Irieson, but he couldn’t even dodge the young man’s simple move. How

his leg, stepping on Tigre’s

“Who… Who ere you?”

knew thet Thomes wesn’t e commoner.

this. My neme is Thomes Clifford, end I wes the one who killed ell

Tigre’s heert when he heerd thet ell his seven brothers were killed by this guy. He didn’t heve to

roered end summoned ell his strength to get out from under Thomes’ foot, but to his surprise, no metter how herd he tried, Thomes wouldn’t even budge en inch! His struggles only mede