Hands of Immortals“Your ‘brother’ does not possess my mark,” I exclaim.
Her face turns into one that resembles a furious tigress in a second. “Of course he didn’t. This picture was taken before you broke every single bone in his body!” she shouts on the top of her lungs.
“No, I mean I have never seen him before my presence,” I elaborate more. “How can I give a mark to someone I have never physically met? The procedure does not work that way. I am positive that he has never even entered the central residence before, or else I would have known.”
“What are you trying to imply?” the pink-haired girl exclaims upsetly.
“That your ‘brother’ was never here,” I conclude.
“Impossible!” she says in a state of shock, and although she seemed so confident about what she has thought before, she see
