Garcia Coleman's cunning sent chills down Star's spine.
Looking at Garcia Coleman before him, Star found himself at a loss for words.
"Fine, Uncle Star, I understand what needs to be done." Garcia Coleman gestured dismissively, turning his attention away from Star.
...
The following morning.
The death toll had climbed to twenty-five.
This sudden escalation caught my attention immediately.
The man with the mustache and I walked up to the morgue entrance together.
Looking down at the corpses sprawled across the floor, I felt my brow furrow.
"This method... it looks familiar." My expression darkened.
"Walton Greer again?" My eyes grew cold as they narrowed.
Outside the Martial Arts Hall, Walton had employed this same technique to set up Iris Darren.
I hadn't expected him to surface again at the Hundred Spirits Meeting!
"This Walton Greer... he can't be allowed to roam free!" Anger flared within me.
