The blood flowed as the pain registered in Conor’s mind.

Frederick and the others froze, and their expressions were unnatural. Even though they felt like Jack would punish Conor in some way, they did not expect Jack to outright kill him.

Conor fell to the ground the moment Jack pulled out the sword, and he was in so much pain that he clutched his chest, trying to stop the bleeding to no avail. After all, he was already heavily injured. Coupled with that strike, no one could save him.

The color in his cheeks slowly diminished. “You dare to kill me?!”

Jack was exasperated as his lips twitched.

He said, “Why can’t I? Why wouldn’t I dare to? Who do you think you are? I don’t know why you’re so sure that I won’t do anything to you no matter what you do.”

to cough as he reached

the sound of blood flowing out as no proper words could be

watched as Conor shut his

turned to look at Rudy, saying sincerely, “In the end, he never answered. What made him so certain that I wouldn’t

kill those that needed to be killed. He felt like he did

anything because he

how ridiculous Conor was. Jack’s moral character was only applicable to his friends. To everyone

he would save him. Jack felt like it was a

quickly. In fact, he thought he should have left Conor alive to slowly be tortured. Only then would

as well. The three masked men could no longer hold on as they died at the

Jack, who then placed the bottles in Mustard Seed. Even though he did not know what they could be used for, they must be incredibly useful

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