“Well, it doesn’t matter if you disagree! I’ll only tell you two sentences of the Blood Battle Eight Directions Scripture per day!” Darryl said nonchalantly. He smiled at Quincy. “You said that you hate me. What if you kill me after I tell you the formula? I need to have some leverage.”

Then, Darryl continued, “Don’t worry. I promise to tell you the real formula this time, but only two sentences per day. If you can’t agree to that, you can kill me now.”

“You—”

When she saw his determination a