Caleb felt a sweet metallic taste liquid in his mouth. He rubbed the spot where he was kicked in agony; it was tingling. Fortunately, while Fushigiro can do a soft fist, he couldn't do a soft kick. Or else Caleb knew that he would have got fucked up with the kick just now.
"It's not too late yet, just you know. As long as you become my loyal follower. You will taste riches, fuck countless beauties, and live like a king in the future. It's a pity to just kill such a talented kid like you know?" Fushigiro's indifferent voice sounded like a tempting devil.
"Sorry, but I dreamt of living like a monk." Caleb snickered and rebutted which made Fushigiro's face contort in anger.
