Come On, Let’s All Summon Demons

Trede Pempton's breathing turned heavier. He stared at Winry with hatred, but he still kept a level head.

Turning to Chen Zhao, the hatred remained in his eyes. "It's you. It's all because of you that I'm in this state!"

"Mr. Pempton, that's not really fair. It's your own karma. How can it be my fault?"

"If you didn't get in my way, all this wouldn't have happened. You destroyed everything! You should die!"

"Yelling about dying is a bit much. We're all civilized people. Why can't we just sit down and have a nice chat?"

"Trede, why are you still wasting time with him?" Winry urged impatiently. "Kill him! Hurry up, it's almost midnight."

Trede thirsted for blood right now. He ground his teeth, making cracking sounds.

Chen Zhao took a few steps back. With Trede's current state, he really couldn't fight him. Chen Zhao was stronger than the average man, but he couldn't go up against beasts.