Sam looked at the young man nonchalantly.
"Who are you? Who do you work for?"
"I know you don't work for Ross. Chasin doesn't have enough capital to hire someone like you."
"You are right, he doesn't. This is kind of a voluntary situation."
"Let me go. I will pay whatever he offered you."
"Are you stupid? You just said that he cannot afford me and I said I am doing this voluntarily. What made you think that you can fucking buy me?"
Sam said as he closed his fist. All the wind birds that are flying around, zoomed towards the target and clashed at the centre of his abdomen. This caused a concentrated mini-tornado of windblades to occur in that small area, destroying him completely.
Sam just looked at him and in the surroundings. He picked one of the female corpses and used the spectre's ability to suck the last remaining vitality from the very core of the body.
The body started withering quicker than it should.
