Lucivar prepared this night on a whim, and it was solely for his benefit.
He knew Ravenna did not need to kill to get stronger—but the others? He didn't know their method of accumulating their natural ether. Bringing them here was the same as risking his haul, but there was no other choice.
And now, his haul really did get decreased.
Most, if not all, of the Lincoln Gang's thugs were already killed, and there were no more spared for Lucivar.
But that doesn't simply mean he was done here.
Once the delectable thugs were swept clean, he now turned to the bystanders—who were caught in this unfortunate moment. Since the Lincoln Gang would take all of the blame, there was no need for him to hold back.
Lucivar twirled the bloodied knife in his hand and sprinted at the man who was thanking him.
Had the man possessed any kind of standing, Lucivar would make use of him.
But the man was a nobody, ordinary, and having him feel indebted brought no benefit.
