Roderick's fist wavered for just a fraction of a second, and for a fleeting moment, Buper's eyes sparkled with hope.
Maybe—just maybe—he still had a chance!
BAM!
However, before he could even process it, a brutal punch came crashing straight into his face.
"You? Threaten me?" Roderick's voice oozed contempt. Veins bulged on his forehead—he could kill this bastard.
Buper stared at him in pain and disbelief, his breath shaky.
Nelia gave Buper a wicked grin, then suddenly clapped a hand to her forehead, as if she had just remembered something.
"Oh, right! Almost forgot to mention—I had Shurna rescued ages ago. We were just FaceTiming in the elevator."
"You—" Buper's eyes were wild with shock and seething hatred, but the emotions were quickly drowned out by agony.
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