For a moment, the men stared confusedly at Neron. Then one of them took a step forward and mockingly asked, “Who is this joker? Are you counting death?”
“Take them out.” Neron coldly intoned with not a single patient in his tone.
Laughing faintly, he stared at his pals and teasingly said, “It looks like someone is missing a screw or…”
Those were his last word before a knife hit the left side of his chest.
“What the hell did that come from!” One of the men shouted, taking a step back as his eyes darted from left to right.
At that moment, Jereme and Jerome shifted into their human form and their lips curved into sly smiles as they twirled the blade in their hands.
“What kind of knife is that?” One of the guys mumbled, focusing his eyes on the weapons.
“Shadow blades,” Jereme said bef
