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Damian screamed at the top of his lungs the whole time, even wetting his pants at one point in time.
He could not hold on any longer after some time and was thrown off the hood onto the road. Zeke did not bother
stopping to check if he was still alive.
After arriving at the Zellys’, Zeke kicked open the front door and burst into the house.
Drake sat by the table, sipping on his tea as though nothing had happened.
The other three masters stood by him, looking as though they were his servants.
Rosie was bound to a chair, looking pale and limp.
Her eyes were unfocused, and there was a dark patch between her eyebrows.
She has been poisoned!
Rosie’s eyes widened when she saw Zeke enter the house.
“Go...go away!” She rasped. “I don’t need you to save me...”
Zeke sighed. “Rosie, I’ve thought of a million ways I could run into you. This was something I would never have
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtimagined. Don’t worry. I’ll make them pay for this.”
“Just... go!” Rosie wheezed. “You’re no match for him!”
“He’s just a worm. I’m not scared of him,” Zeke replied, smiling.
How rude!
Drake slapped the table and stood up abruptly.
How dare he call me a worm!
Zeke glanced at him. “What kind of man gambles with a woman’s life?”
“Shut up! I don’t need you to lecture me!” Drake growled. “I’ll give you a choice now.”
“Helen! Bring me the katana!”
Helen threw the katana in her hand onto the floor by Zeke’s feet.
“End your life now, or suffer later,” Drake said smugly.
Zeke slapped his forehead. “Something has been bothering me these few days. I was wondering how the four of
you should commit suicide after we give my fallen brothers-in-arms a proper burial. Now that you’ve mentioned it,
disembowelment is a pretty good idea. Thanks for the katana! I’ll be keeping it.”
“You’re crazy!” Helen growled. “Mr. Drake, just get rid of him! There’s no need to waste any more time on him.”
Drake sneered coldly. “You’re really talkative for someone who’s going to die soon. Fine then. I guess you’re not
going to take the easy way out.”
Zeke glanced at the bow slung behind Drake’s back. “I heard you’re into archery, and that you call yourself the best
archer of Eurasia. I’m going to prove you wrong today.”
What?
He’s crazy!
Such a lunatic!
Drake pulled out his bow and an arrow from his quiver with a cold grin on his face. “I’ve seen hundreds of archers
in my life. None of them could ever compare to me. I’m the best! You would be insulting every archer in Eurasia if
you dare insult me!”
Zeke sneered. “Who gave you the right to declare yourself the best archer of Eurasia?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDrake glanced at Helen Zelly. “Give him a bow and some arrows.”
Helen retrieved a bow and a quiver before tossing them to Zeke.
Zeke, however, put on a pair of white gloves and produced a needle from between his fingers.
“I don’t need a bow or arrows. Just a needle will do!”
This ba****d!
Drake flew into a rage.
He’s messing with me!
I have to punish him for this!
Rosie could feel the hope drain out of her.
What the hell is he doing?
Why’s he challenging Drake with a needle?
Does he have a death wish?
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