Phantom Eye was not dead, but by the time he was dragged to West End, his condition certainly was not any better than Micheal's. His internal organs were wrecked, his jaw was fractured, and he had a concussion. On top of that, several of his nerves were completely shot.

"Wake him up!"

At Andrew's command, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over Phantom Eye's body.

His whole body jolted as he gasped awake. The second he regained consciousness, he started coughing uncontrollably, his mouth still dripping with blood.

"You're Phantom Eye, the guy Kenny sent to pull off a rescue, huh?" Andrew said casually. "Doesn't look like you did too well, man—you're in pretty bad shape."

Phantom Eye's expression darkened as he scanned his surroundings. "You're the first person who's dared to look down on me. I might be a little banged up right now, but killing you would still be a piece of cake."

Andrew smirked. "Are you sure about that? You're just a little banged up?"

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