Theron's POV
I ran towards him and punched him in the face. But even after that, the man was still standing like nothing had happened. Seeing that, I started laughing loudly.
"Hey, are you really lost? Why the f*** are you laughing?"
"What did you do to Silas? Who told you to do that? Tell me, and I might spare you."
He scoffed. "Do you think I'll tell you that easily? Even if you kill me, I won't say the name of the person who sent me."
I guess he's playing hard to get. He said he wouldn't talk even if I killed him. Well, let's see if he changes his mind after a little persuasion.
And I'm sure he will. He'll spill everything, just not right now—maybe in ten or fifteen minutes.
Just then, the man rushed at me, trying to punch me. I dodged, but suddenly, he stabbed a small knife into my stomach. As I felt the blade, my eyes locked onto him in a deadly glare. He immediately stepped back. I touched the wound, feeling the warm trickle of blood.
