A shiver ran down everyone's spine at the sight of the man emanating ominous energy.
Who is this now?
Len Hawthorne gave a small click of his tongue and tossed aside the cigarette he was enjoying.
An eerie grin so chilling it seemed to radiate an icy desolation!
"I thought to myself, if I don't step in now and kill off those Dark City dwellers skulking around the Watsons' home, I'd regret it. I'd like to test if my fate can kill you off."
Blake Watson's fingers clenched, causing sinister chuckles as he narrowed his ominous eyes. "You're the most shameless person I've ever met."
"Takes one to know one."
"Len Hawthorne, don't stick your nose in where it's not needed. Your deadly energy won't reach me," Blake lifted his slender hand. Perhaps it was because he seldom exposed his skin to sunlight, but his skin was much paler than others. Amidst his speech, his adam's apple was distinctly visible, his voice wasn't the least bit soft, but raunchy and captivating like a bass drum.
