Lev’s face was pale as he stared at the dagger deeply embedded in the bone, and he couldn’t speak a word due to the piercing pain.

The jet-black dragon dagger seemed to pin him to the pillar of shame.

Such strength in a young and beautiful woman!

It was unbelievable!

He desperately wanted to pull the dagger, but he knew doing so would leave his entire arm paralyzed.

As cold sweat drenched his back, he could do nothing but press on his wound in pain.

The subordinates on either side of him trembled, holding broken beer bottles and daggers. How could they possibly go up against Skylar and Dianne again?

The weapons hung in their hands as they clenched them tightly with the last of their willpower.

“I’ll ask you one last time—who paid you to kill me?” Skylar’s eyes were cold as he asked Lev in hushed tones.

Lev’s hatred for Skylar at this moment matched the intensity of the pain in his arm.

What’s more, this had happened in front of his subordinates, causing him to lose all dignity.

A feeling of intense hatred made him want to swallow Skylar whole.

also aware that his fate would be worse than

distinction

was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor just

crowd of people filed in, stepping on the glass

who came in were led by a stout man in a shirt. It was Homer

burst into hysterical joy upon

who would back him up

smashed the door to your private

quickly, and kill that bitch and

glared resentfully at Skylar as he

history of gang activity

to opportunism—when have I ever been

disregard for Homer by kicking the private

that Homer would never spare Skylar

she was,

Homer’s

and Dianne have no chance of

at the thought as

smile froze the

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