The air between them was freezing as if his dragon eyes were piercing through his soul and mind. Looking down at his wrist, Mr.Morrison howled more vigorously as soon as his fresh blood drops came inside his vision.
Letting out another growl in pain, he admitted fearfully knowing that this man wouldn't bother to dig this knife into his stomach anytime,
" I.. Aahh... I have no idea.. Please leave me.. It.. It was my nephew who brought this books to me.."
The mysterious man frowned hard doubting over his words and deepened the dagger more harshly earning another shrill cry from Mr.Morrison. His cold voice resounded like a king of demons,
" You think that I'm a fool? You are definitely lying to escape from me now. I can see your little tricks clearly."
Mr. Morrison shook his head vigorously denying his statement and tried to persuade his best,
