The hand on his knees pressed down and the person looking at him was smiling. The smile was polite with a hint of gentleness that was meant to put one at ease but he did not feel at ease at all.
His eyes were filled with a dense killing intent that sent shivers down his spine. Didn't they say that this Zane Black was a bastard so why... he had obviously killed someone before and he...he was going to kill him.
Frank hiccup and in the corner of his eyes, he saw Xavier move, smiling at him. That smile.
This person had smiled as he sat on him and continued to pummel him like he wanted to beat him to death just because he cursed his brother and no one had come forward to help or stop him.
The memory of the sharp pain slamming against his body made his eyes subconsciously water and a wisp of dense terror arose within his heart.
"What are you saying, Frank would never agree to such a thing like that?"
