"Trash should be treated as trash, that's what suits their staus," Villes said, ripping the contract in his hands to shreds, while looking down at him as if he were mere rubbish.
In front of the about-to-explode town leader, he really didn't care about what kind of attitude this small character in front of him would have.
Whether he was pleased or angry, he was just a small character after all, his fate was already determined, becoming a town leader was the greatest achievement of his life.
So he didn't stop there; the fragments of the contract were clenched in his hand. After Villes glanced at him, he set it alight with fire.
A burning fireball appeared in his hand, his white gloves were not damaged at all, but the contract had turned into ashes.
"You bastard." The town leader gritted his teeth, wishing he could raise his fist right then and strike this fiend in the face.
Unexpectedly to everyone, the guy actually did it!
