AMADEUS pinned August on the wall in one swift. His lower body prevented August from moving, his left hand was on the side of his head, while his other hand was on his neck, choking him.

“I killed him,” Amadeus muttered in an authoritative tone. He gritted his teeth, containing his anger. “Why would you open that topic in front of me, huh? Do you have a death wish?”

As Amadeus asked that question, his hand gave more force onto his neck. It made August feel hard to breathe, but he didn’t even budge. He trusted that Amadeus wouldn’t kill him, although his eyes said otherwise.

Still, August didn’t feel any kind of fear in his heart.

“I’m just curious…” August gasped for air before smirking. “Why would