"Hold on..." Isaac called out, puffing a smoke ring.
He pointed at Cecil and continued, "I don't like having a gun pressed to my head. He should die on the field..."
"Die on the field?"
At that moment, Harry, who had stood silent in the corner all this time, suddenly waved his hand, and a silver needle whistled through the air.
The silver needle pierced Cecil's forehead. His eyes widened. He made a strangled noise, and his body fell backward stiffly like a board.
RESTRICTED CONTENT
Sorry, this chapter is locked. Only readers with active membership account can access this page.
Visit https://virtual-novel.net/donate/ to have active membership account.
Alternative site is available for free readers (no regular updates for some titles)
OR LOGIN: