"I don't know who you are, and frankly I couldn't care less, but since you're wearing my son's face, I can't just stand by and do nothing. What did you do to Arthur?!" White's voice rose a notch as he stared straight into Zack's crimson pupils, showing not the slightest hint of backing down.
"Such an irritating tone." Zack ignored White's question. A chilling murderous intent silently filled the air, and a terrifying hum emanated from Zack's palm, pulsing with violently turbulent energy.
"Don't push your luck, kid. If I wanted you dead, your head would've been ground to dust ages ago. You should be grateful you're someone this kid cares about, and getting rid of you would cause me a lot of hassle. So, I'm sparing your life—you should be damn thankful. Lower that arrogant tone of yours."
Chapter 70