"You... you can cast spells instantly! Damn it! That bastard lied to me, told me you were just an ordinary—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the crushing stones tightened around him, making it impossible for him to breathe. His eyes bulged as he struggled desperately for air.
Seeing that the man was on the verge of suffocation, Dean Bruce casually waved his right hand, causing the stones to loosen just enough to allow him to gasp for breath, but not enough to free him.
Dean Bruce asked calmly, "Who sent you to assassinate me? Tell me the truth, and I'll make your end quick."
The man's eyelids twitched several times as he stammered in terror, "If I tell you, will you spare my life?"
Dean Bruce's eyes grew cold, and he replied softly, "Are you trying to negotiate with me?"