WITH a smirk on his face, Dennis walked toward Elijah. He played with the knife in his hand as he spoke.
“Too bad. I’m the last person you will see before I take your life,” Dennis muttered, his tone mocking as he placed the edge of the knife on Elijah’s neck. “And your wife won’t see your corpse either. Why? Because I’ll throw your body into the sea—where no one will find you.”
Dennis was saying those words on purpose, intending to make Elijah’s confidence falter.
But the opposite happened.
The side of Elijah’s lips rose, looking Dennis in the eye. “Stop blabbering and just kill me. Why are you blabbering nonsense?”
“You fucker… You’re seeking death that much, huh?” Dennis gritted his teeth in annoyance.
Dennis raised his hand and was about to stab Elijah in the chest. To his shock,
