"I have to admit, I was wondering why that moron would suddenly try to kill me." A voice behind Wan said as the latter gulped in fear as the cold steel of the dagger was touching his throat.
"So it was the two of you that had manipulated him into attacking me, I just don't understand why you did that?"
"I understand you guys have some sort of grudge against me, I understood that much from your conversation, but why?" Lyle asked Wan as the latter's eyes constricted in fear.
"Not gonna talk, huh?" Lyle asked Wan whose whole demeanor had changed.
No longer was he the calm man that talked with Olman and assured him that everything was going to be alright and that they would have their revenge. In his stead, a nervous, sweaty man whose knees had started shaking out of fear had appeared.
"I-I…" Wan tried to speak, but his words would not calm out, only stutters and unknown sounds that made Lyle sigh in annoyance.
