Chapter 37: Don’t Buy This - Yet!
"Why are you kneeling? Get up and tell me where your boss is." I demanded coldly, wearing my scariest expression. Now that Peter clearly feared me, I figured it was better to keep up the cold act rather than slip back into my usual self.
When he didn’t budge, my eyebrows knitted together in irritation.
"Are you trying to annoy me?" I said grimly.
Peter flinched like a whipped dog. Slowly, he lifted his head, speaking through clenched teeth, "I-I just need to tell you where my boss is... right?"
I stared at him for a second, then let out a chuckle.
"I changed my mind. Get up. You’re taking me to him now. And don’t even try thinking about doing anything stupid. One lie, one trick, and you’ll end up like your men inside. Or worse."
"Y-you killed my men?" Peter was in shock. In his mind, he began counting time. How long was he even in the house? Ten seconds? Twenty? And all of my men... wiped out? How the hell is he this strong? Does coming back from the dead usually give you such overwhelming power like that? What the hell is even he, right now? An undead? Or a human?
So many questions bombarded his mind that he felt his head might explode.
"Guess," I shrugged.
That alone was enough to get Peter racing back to his feet. He shot up from the ground, wiping sweat from his brow and no longer daring to drag things out.
"If I take you to my boss... you’ll spare me, right?" he asked carefully.
"Yes,"