“Argh!”
Those who could become the Youngbloods' manager in charge of the safe house had to undergo rigorous training.
Yet, Tevin Youngblood felt that no punishment was as agonizing as the pain he was feeling.
“I'll tell you... Oscar's in Heavenly Private Room.”
Tevin could not stand it anymore. The past two seconds felt like years to him.
Donald nodded and began walking to Heavenly Private Room with an umbrella.
Tevin then grabbed the hem of Donald's pants and pleaded in a lowly manner, “Please give me the antidote...”
Donald kicked Tevin away and muttered, “This poison will only be in effect for three minutes, so enjoy it.”
Three minutes?
Tevin could not even stand it for another second.
The poison weakened every part of his body and made him unable to even end his own life. Steeling himself, Tevin then opened his mouth to bite his tongue.
Nevertheless, Donald ignored Tevin, who was bound to die, and he continued forward.
A few steps after, Donald encountered Sivert, who had come with a spear in hand.
As Donald was there to raze Est Montaigne to the ground, he did not bother dropping the aggressive demeanor.
Sivert, who stood opposite him, readied himself for a battle. As he held the spear in front of him, he uttered, “Who are you? How dare you barge into the Youngblood family's Est Montaigne? Do you have a death wish?”
“Scram.”
Donald continued his way, completely ignoring Sivert.
What an arrogant fellow!
In his fury, Sivert shot out his spear toward Donald's throat.
The tassel on the spear bloomed like a crimson flower and concealed Sivert's hand motion from Donald's vision. That way, Donald would not be able to guess where Sivert's spear was going to go next.
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