At the sight of the cold light, Scott pulled his face away in time. However, the blade did slice the tip of his nose. Scott couldn't help but scream as he crawled away from Rowan.
"Rowan!" Scott yelled out his name, and Rowan only continued laughing as if growing insane from the blood on Scott's face and hand. However, he couldn't rise easily because of his low-riding pants.
"What is it?" Rowan rose from his spot and pulled up his pants with his shaking left hand. The right hand still had the bloodied scalpel aiming in Scott's direction.
After skillfully buttoning it back with one hand, the painter walked closer to the VP, who kept crawling across the floor. Rowan glared and tilted his head to the side. "Do you think I won't kill you today? Touch me one more time, and I will dice you."
