The blood flowed as the pain registered in Conor’s mind.

Frederick and the others froze, and their expressions were unnatural. Even though they felt like Jack would punish Conor in some way, they did not expect Jack to outright kill him.

Conor fell to the ground the moment Jack pulled out the sword, and he was in so much pain that he clutched his chest, trying to stop the bleeding to no avail. After all, he was already heavily injured. Coupled with that strike, no one could save him.

The color in his cheeks slowly diminished. “You dare to kill me?!”

Jack was exasperated as his lips twitched.

He said, “Why can’t I? Why wouldn’t I dare to? Who do you think you are? I don’t know why you’re so sure that I won’t do anything to you no matter what you do.”

Blood flowed out of Conor’s mouth. He started to cough as he reached the end of his life.

that they could hear was the sound of blood flowing out as

shut

turned to look at Rudy, saying sincerely, “In the end, he never answered. What made him so certain that I

before he said, “He must’ve thought that you were a righteous person. Even if you kill people, you’d only kill those that needed to be killed. He felt like he did nothing wrong and that you’re the one in the wrong. That’s why

regard for anything because he believed in my character? He felt like I’d forgive him

said that, Jack scoffed at how ridiculous Conor was. Jack’s moral character was only applicable to his friends. To everyone else,

that he would save him. Jack felt

not regret killing Conor this quickly. In fact, he thought he should have left Conor alive to slowly be tortured. Only then would Conor realize how laughable his thoughts

men could no longer hold on as they died at

placed the bottles in Mustard Seed. Even though he did not know what they could be used for, they must be incredibly useful

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