A GIFT AND AN INVITATION
“Commander Clayton.”
Sylvester’s pupils shrunk when he heard the name. It was unlikely that Clayton would find out about him so fast which means he had to go deeper in hiding.
With a flick of his wrist, Sylvester removed his weapon from the man’s neck, and grabbed the man by the collar.
Remembering an ancient brainwashing technique, he sliced open his finger, and pressed the first drop on the man’s forehead.
The red-roped man twitched violently but Sylvester’s grip was tighter, and after a while, the man regained the light in his eyes.
“Listen. You will go to your boss and tell him that Sylvester killed all your men, but you activated your trump card just in time, and burnt him to ashes.” Sylvester uttered.
The red-roped man nodded and bowed. Somewhere in hi
