SHOULD I MAKE IT FOR YOU?

There's pin-drop silence as everyone in the room tries to figure out what just happened.

But even after racking their brains for so many minutes, none of them can come up with what exactly happened. This is clearly because they only have the idea that Jordan casually flicked his finger and the tattooed man suddenly dropped dead.

There's no how he could have used magic, right? So what the hell did he use?

Their eyes are as wide as saucers and their jaws are literally dropping to the floor.

"Why are you guys moping like goats?" Jordan hisses as several minutes pass and the lots in the room wouldn't still react, instead they keep gaping at him.

"Jordan... I mean, uh, sir, what did you do to him?" Suppressing her shock a bit, Vanessa asks, staring inquisitively at Jordan.

"I sent him to hell to show his boss who is in charge here," Jordan mumbles indifferently with a shrug of his shoulder. "And by the way, you can just call me Jordan. 'Sir' coming from you makes me feel old."

"What?!" At
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