Swift
t through the room. The luxurious hall was fill
mosphere had changed. Everyone could sense it. Somethin
the room, towering over Wi
was crying. His daughter clung desperately
ngs never changed. Men like Otti s
ddenly raised
o the side. The sound e
efuse me?"
e. Blood trickled from the corner o
y given you
bbed him by the collar
ned in pain. His dau
down her face. "Pleas
anced at her. Then he laugh
at belonged
opped to her kne
ife appeared in his hand. Gasps spread throughout the room. Wilson's face tu
ath will teach o
eyes. His wife screamed. His daugh
! The knife never came down.vInstead, a h
AAH
e. Otti stagg
ipped from his fingers and clattered across
Nobody breathed. Nobody un
stump where his hand used to
ha
s. People stumbled backward. Tabl
s, clutching the wound.
" His voice sh
DID T
aside. My black coat swayed behind me. Each ste
spread across countless faces. I
"Don't do anyt
en quieter. Otti stared at me. His eyes narrowed.
ath the shadows. The moment Otti saw me, confusion
thing became heav
y. The smile of a man who had w
from yo
on darkened. "I
her step forward.
nt. Everyone watched t
My voice grew colder. "You l
e color draine
ep. "You hunted two children." Another s
n Otti's eyes. A small amount. But
ll
h. Immediately, dozens of bodygu
h the room. Black pistols appeared from every d
outh. Many guests began running toward the exits
're
bullet never touched me. I moved
body beyond ordinary limits. To the crowd, it loo
sud
nt of him. His ey
sound of bone breaking echoed through
uched the floor, I
man fired. Ban
isappeared in an instant. My elbow smashed in
table. Screams erupted everyw
orward with a combat knife.
filled the room. Then I struck his neck.
ers hes
is fast? Who could destroy trained fighters so effortlessly? I stood among the fallen
Some took a step backward. Others tightened their gr
e confidence from earlier had vanished completely.
breathing became un
er had finally arrived. I looked directly into Otti's eyes. Then I smiled. A
took one slow
Adam
uck the room
Wilson's mouth fell o
there was only one Adam Swift. The son of Richard Sw
rd. His face became
His entire body began tre
t hall. One step. Then another. And another. As terror consumed his face, only one
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