"What do you want? Answer carefully, because your life depends on it."
"Nothing much..." Sam's eyes gleamed with an unsettling light. "Just hand over that Mana Elixir, and I'll leave quietly. How does that sound?"
"Haha, you're joking, right?" The boss chuckled, thinking Sam was playing around.
Sam laughed along with him, matching his tone, but his expression quickly hardened. "No, I'm serious. I want it."
The boss frowned. "Are you looking to die by my hand, kid?"
"It's you who's going to die." Without warning, Sam summoned Vehamora, his sword, and slashed at the boss with precision, aiming straight for his neck.
The boss's eyes widened in shock, but his reflexes were sharp.
He easily followed Sam's movements and swiftly dodged the attack, leaping back and appearing beside his men, who had now noticed Sam's presence.
"What the hell?"
"Where did he come from?"
