The short old man had a dismayed look on his face, looking as though he would rather be dead than alive.

Decades of hard, bitter work had been destroyed in that instance, it was tantamount to shattering all his dreams and courage. He lay on the ground, looking up at the ceiling. Only desperate, incoherent mutterings remained in his mouth.

It wasn’t anything being said in English either, but Japanese.

Alex took a few steps forward and grabbed the short old man. “Waltz, I’ll be taking away this guy to ask a few questions. I’ll leave you to handle the rest of the matter here! If anyone dares to oppose you being the CEO, just kill them!”

He waved his hand, and the Stake of Exorcism that had embedded into the wall earlier came back to the palm of his hand with a whoosh.

Until this moment, only did many people come to their senses and realize that Alex was the one who shattered the mysterious black knife controlled by the short old man and turned the tables. Otherwise, the owner of Thou