[Ren Hilton's POV]
As I was about to knock once again, someone abruptly opened the door. Though I couldn't see the face of the person, my eyes caught sight of a squirming figure of a woman, desperately covering herself with a small blanket.
"I surrender-" Tiga began saying something, but before he could finish, I swiftly flung the sword that I held in my hand into the room. The blade whizzed past Tiga's face and struck the woman.
"Ack!" A small, painful cry echoed behind him, and he instinctively turned to see the lifeless body of the prostitute he had been with, her right eye pierced by the sword.
"That prostitute makes a lot of noise, so it's better to keep her silent for a while.... maybe forever, ain't it?" I immediately grabbed Tiga by the throat, tightening my grip around his neck.
If I remembered correctly from the documents I found earlier, it was stated that Tiga was around as strong as me, if not slightly stronger.
