~ Third Person's POV ~
“You think that you are above us? The forest is not something that you could own.” The old man glared at Brandon.
Instead of feeling annoyed with him, Brandon simply smirked at him. He loosed the knot of the tie and after wrapping it around his left hand, he walked closer to the man.
“There is nothing in this world that I can't own. I really dislike people like you. Why can't you just live the rest of your life peacefully, huh?
Why do you want to involve yourself in others' business?” Brandon asked him coldly while he started to strangle the old man with the tie that he had wrapped around his hand.
The old man gasped for air while he was struggling to get freed from his grasp. His eyes fell on the corpses of his people who tried to protest against Brandon Kn
