"Yeah, now that was cringey as fuck," Kila said as she heard Collins' lines. Lily couldn't help but stare at the two men who were on their knees.
"What do we do now? Do we kill them?" Collins asked, and Dexter finally looked out of the room.
"Troy and Stanley? So you are both thousands of years old?" Dexter walked towards them with a calm gaze. He bypassed the pressure and reached the both of them.
"The both of you tried to kill us, so should we kill you now?" Dexter asked Troy, who bared his fangs at Dexter, who looked at his face directly.
"Damn it. If you let us go, we'll give you the third part of the key," Stanley said as he still tried to lift his body off the ground. Dexter raised a brow.
"What key—?"
"Stanley, no! We shouldn't lose it to them!" Troy shouted as he frantically tried his best to move but couldn't.
