"No! No!" Simba lifted his trembling head and looked at Laura. His voice was broken due to immense fear.
"Miss, I was wrong! I will never dare again! Please give me one more chance! I will manage the Psychic Association properly in the future and I won't do anything that harms the world!"
"Miss, please give me one more chance!"
But it was of no use.
Because sometimes, all of this is self-inflicted. If he hadn't provoked Alexander in the first place, he would not be facing the outcome he is facing today.
Suddenly, Simba heard a loud noise from behind him.
The body of one of his henchmen flew in front of him instantly, vomiting blood and stopped breathing.
Simba turned his head shakily and looked at the venue. This look made him frightened, showing a terrified expression.
He saw that all his men who had fallen to the ground at the venue had lost their vitality, and Alexander was standing there. All of his hundreds of subordinates were dead, without exception.
