I have had enough of this facade. If they think my life is worth nothing but s**t that they can just throw easily and forget about it then i might have to prove them wrong, don't i?
"So the little man has come to die. Good. Let me see you dodge a few of my cards.” the lady with her cards on hand stood up as she appraised me from head to toe.
This b***h was an accomplished murderer judging by how her eyes roamed around with vigilance that could only be accomplished by years of practice.
And yes, of survival in this world where justice could only be held at one's strength and abilities. Bar that, and what was left of the others were nothing more but prey for the strong to feast upon.
"What about you?" i held my stance of composure and looked at the rather calm poise of the other table
