After hearing the Fighter's words, it was similar to what Ba Song had said earlier. Phipa was full of confusion, his eyebrows knotted into a large furrow. Wasn't this person here to kill him? However, he felt as if this person was here for a casual chat and he was displaying an aloof attitude that represented absolute confidence. As if killing him was treated as a trivial matter... the same attitude he had when he used to kill others.
Sit down and talk? About what?
At this moment, Phipa regretted why he had made the soundproofing in this suite so good. He couldn't hear the gunshots from downstairs. It used to be for his convenience, but why didn't he live lower down? Then he would have been able to jump off the building or something.
There were ten thousand instances of regret in his mind.
But they were no use now.
Facing this inhuman entity, he knew that it would not help either. Nothing could turn back the time, it was just a single forsaken wish.
