XXV
He didn't have time to step back when my fist landed on his face.
His head turned to the left with force, and he chuckled. There was blood coming out of his lips, and I didn't care about that. He deserved it. Very deserving.
"Ah, apparently, you're not done with your anger. I'll regret not bringing ...
Chapters
1. Prolog
2. I
3. II
4. III
5. IV
6. V
7. VI
8. VII
9. VIII
10. IX
11. X
12. XI : Disaster
13. XII : Wrong
14. XIII
15. XIV
16. XV
17. XVI
18. XVII
19. XVIII
20. XIX
21. XX
22. XXI
23. XXII
24. XXIII
25. XXXIV
26. XXV
27. XXVI
28. XXVII
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