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.

they could hear was the sound of blood flowing out as no proper words could

as Conor shut his

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

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

that, Jack felt even more helpless. “He acted without regard for anything because he believed in my character? He felt

he said that, Jack scoffed at how ridiculous Conor was. Jack’s moral character was

Jack before yet still hoped that he would

have left Conor alive to slowly be tortured. Only then would Conor

that moment, Alfred was already done as well. The three masked men could

placed the bottles in Mustard Seed. Even though he did not know what they could be used

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