Sebastian looked at Kristoff, and his face fell. “Are you going to defend them? If you are unaware, my father is—”
Before he could finish, the elderly man behind Kristoff suddenly waved his hand, and Sebastian was sent flying backward. He fell to the first floor before crashing onto the ground. Blood spurted out of every orifice of his body, and the ghost of his last growl remained on his face.
Sebastian’s lackeys were shocked by their boss’ death, and they scrambled to escape, lest they wound up dead as well.
Kristoff looked around, and the martial artists who were watching the show earlier quickly retreated into their rooms. Evidently, they were scared of the person before them.
“Hello, ladies. My name is Kristoff Shalvis.” Kristoff extended his hand, but all he gained in return was the ladies rolling their eyes at him.
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