Chapter 34: Lethal
“If you know the enemy and know yourself,
you need not fear the result of a hundred battles" —Sun Tzu.
I aim the dagger downward, catching Wesker’s tongue right in the middle, trapping him against the surface of the wooden table. He lets out a screeching sound, this time louder by multitudes.
He immediately stands, trying to release himself from the dagger, but I press harder, embedding the dagger through his strigoi and deeper into the wood.
He yanks and pulls hard from his head, but I make sure to keep the dagger still. He’s withering too much in pain that he doesn’t even realize it when I grab him by his neck. I choke him, and then I push him back from the desk, causing the length of his tongue to strain like a short rope that runs out of length.
The man grumbl
