CHAPTER 522

"Y... You sick bastard! What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Gregory yelled at Phileo, glaring at him as Phileo approached him with ease, in calm demeanor and had no care with the words he uttered. 

"Why? Isn't it normal?" Phileo asked back, looking down at him while his finger on his chin, degrading Gregory in his eyes that stared deep right into Gregory's soul. But of course, not literally.

"Normal? Where the hell is nomarlity here?!" Gregory once again yelled, spitting his saliva to Phileo who occasionally back aeay, frowning at Gregory for not keeping his damn mucose inside him. 

"This is against the law, Phileo! You're killing innocent people! You are committing a crime! If I get out from this fucking space, i will expose you to the world! I will have you arrest and present yourself as a fucking suspect for everything!"