Tyrus looked down at the fat Preston, his eyes filled with a gaze of death. "I said, today, no one can save your life!"
"Tyrus! Wait!"
Suddenly, Dixon, who had recovered from his shock, quickly pulled Tyrus back. "You can't kill him! Although he is hateful, he has a powerful background. It is said that he has an elder brother who is in a high position in the Capital!"
Preston seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. "Yes, my elder brother is..."
Before Preston finished speaking, Tyrus's eyes turned cold. Tyrus grabbed the dining knife on the table with one hand and a cold light flashed. Preston opened his mouth but found that he could not say anything. His eyes instantly became blurred, and his face was full of disbelief. He slowly fell to the ground, completely silent.
Tyrus looked at the corpse coldly. "With your words just now, even if a deity shows, he wouldn't be able to protect you today!"
"You... Gosh!"