0072: Paint The City With Blood

The rain had stopped falling heavily and was only drizzling now. Benedict's face had turned white and he laid still on the ground. His eyes were wide open, lifeless but filled with horror and disbelief.

Kian took a step back and let go of the umbrella which was now tainted with blood. He wouldn't have resolved to this violence if they didn't start first.

So what if Blackwood's family is one of the top aristocratic families in Valoria Central? He could overlook how they treated him and all their wrongdoings but threatening the safety of his family was not acceptable. If it means he has to personally send them all to heaven, so be it!

The murderous expression on Kian's face faded quickly, replaced by strange calmness. He lifted his head and looked at Kyle who was sitting on the wet ground in shock.

He was still clutching his injured arm and trembling but his gaze was fixed on Benedict's corpse and his face was white. If the young ladies of the capital city, his admirers saw him in this