Corvin's fingers were already moving over a hidden glyph beneath the table, ready to spring into action.
But Vale's voice stopped him…
"Don't. Please let me handle this… It's for the free fruit."
Corvin chuckled. "You sure? They're not going to talk this out—"
"I'll handle it." Vale stood slowly and brushed the folds of his cloak aside.
His expression was calm, but there was already a killing intent in his eye—one Corvin hadn't seen before.
Well, Vale didn't miss their killing intent. Since they planned to kill him, they should expect to be killed as well.
The two enforcers approached without hesitation and Vale observed them calmly.
One of them had twin sickles while the other was simply cracking his knuckles as black smoke coiled around his fists.
"Last warning," growled the sickle-wielder. "This doesn't concern you."
Vale just stepped forward.
In that instant, everything changed.
The air around him swiftly dropped in temperature.
