"Liar! You were plotting against me from the start. I'll kill you!"
Extreme humiliation, fear, and hatred stripped away the last of Arthur's reason.
Seeing my clear, bright eyes was the final blow that drove him mad.
He struggled to his feet, grabbed a sharp crystal shard from the floor, and lunged at me with everything he had.
A throwing knife pierced Arthur's right hand with perfect accuracy, pinning the hand that held the shard.
Blood sprayed out.
"Ah!"
His scream shook the entire banquet hall.
Several mafia bosses who had once been close to Arthur lowered their heads, doing everything they could to erase their presence.
Lucas walked forward without expression. He seized Arthur's uninjured shoulder joints with precision, then twisted with sudden force.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
