Chapter 36: Don’t Buy This - Yet!
I watched as Peter’s face shifted from initial exhilaration to sudden despair.
I was telling the truth. There were only seven thugs inside, and their strength was nothing remarkable, probably just like the ones I’d fought by the city gate. Had they stayed on the same floor, it would have taken me even less time to get rid of them.
And during that moment, I truly realized just how monstrous I’d become.
A thug I’d once needed to be careful around, the kind I would have feared in my old life, was now no different than an ant I could simply trample.
Suppressing the throbbing in my skull, I shot him a furious glare, then clamped my fingers over his mouth, effectively cutting off any further sound.
If Peter let out one more noise like that, I couldn’t guarantee I wouldn’t knock him unconscious just for the sake of peace and quiet.
"Geez, are gang leaders in this era all this cowardly and delicate? That scream of yours sounded like an old hag getting stabbed; it nearly ruptured my eardrums." I hissed, rubbing my temple.
Peter blinked his eyes at me.
"What? Aren’t you going to say anything? Did I break your larynx?"
He blinked again, this time faster, a high-frequency flutter that seemed to be trying to send a message.
"Cut the crap and start speaking. What’s the use of blinking at me like that? Are you imagining yourself a cute, little girl begging her brother for candy with cutesy eyes? You’re not! Your blinking just makes me nauseous, understand? So drop the act immediately!"
"Mmmph! Mmmhhhh!" Peter protested, the sound muffled by my hand.