Vulture didn't speak; he just looked at John and let out a cold laugh.
"Daring to make a move in my territory, do you really have so little regard for me?"
John slightly raised an eyebrow, as if he had just heard a particularly amusing joke.
"Sorry, but it seems I really haven't considered you important at all."
Isn't that obvious already?
It's clear that I don't take you seriously—what's the big deal?
Silver Tear subtly turned her head to suppress a smile at her lips.
If the situation hadn't been so grave, she might have burst out laughing; John was being outrageously bold.
It was as if he had taken the concept of being defiantly confident and slapped it right in the face of everyone else.
John simply flicked the knife in his hand, twirling it expertly, then quietly watched the person opposite him.
