Chapitre 93: 3.26 How ungentlemanly

[No, creator.]

[I have nothing to do with this.]

Thanh Van dragged Kim Jihun by his nape and tossed him carelessly against the wall between the staircase - like a trash bag. The CEO banged his head against the wall but didn't even wince. Clouded eyes stared at nothing as Kim Jihun leaned against the wall, legs spread out, hands idly sprawled on either side of his limp body.

He wasn't going to die from a little bang.

Thanh Van turned his attention back to the two corridors on either side of the elevators.

The green fog had almost swallowed them whole, circling around their chest, the walls warping out of shape. The golden elevator doors reflected Thanh Van's ghastly green features, the smile curving on his petal lips menacing.

While the hair over his arms had raised in alarm and still spiked atop his goosebumps, Thanh Van felt almost calm - if not terrifyingly gleeful.