The Masked man walked up to Makk and sat down in front of him.
"Shouldn't you ask my permission before sitting at my table? Also, who allowed you to enter the club with that mask. It's not allowed," Makk raised his gaze and looked at the masked guy.
"I'm looking for a person. He came here with a bag. From what I heard, he was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. He had red hair.
" Are you a cop or what?" Makk asked the man, suspiciously.
"Nah, I'm just a friend of that guy. He called me, saying that he was waiting for me here," the masked man replied.
"Yeah, I saw him. He sat here waiting for someone, but he left after a few minutes. I don't know where he went. You can leave and try looking for him," he said as he waved his hand.
"Oh? So he left. I wonder why he didn't call before leaving," The masked man muttered.
"Are you sure you're not lying to me?" he asked the Makk as he chuckled. It was clear that the man didn't believe Makk at all.
" I know you don't believe me. It doesn't matter to me. What can you even do even if I'm lying?" Makk said, glaring deep into the eyes of the man.
"Kekeke, that's right. What can I even do," The Masked man chuckled as he shook his head.
"I can only kill you," He muttered as he moved his hand.
The man's hand was moving so slow, but in Mall's eyes, that slow speed was already lightning fast. He couldn't fudge the hand. The hand caught the back of Makk's head and smashed him on the table.
The guards inside the club saw this happening.
"Hey, that man is attacking Makk! Kill him!" One of the men inside the club said as he pulled his gun out, but before he could even aim, his face turned pale.
A red mark started spreading across his neck. He looked down blankly, but his head didn't stop when he tried to stop it. His head fell down on his feet.
Somehow, his neck was sliced in half without him even knowing; by the time he realized it, it was already too late.
The same thing happened to others. In less than a minute, everyone inside the club was dead. Only Makk and the masked man were safe.
Five people appeared at the back of the club. They stood calmly with their backs resting against the walls.
"Heh, those guys dared to show their weapon at the Thirteenth King. They were lucky we killed them. If the Thirteenth King had moved, they would've wished for death instead," one of the five people said with a grin.
" Isn't the obvious? He's the Thirteenth King of the Uprising after all," another person said casually.
"I still don't understand why his Majesty sent the Twelfth King here as well. The Thirteenth King would've been enough. It's not like, whoever this mysterious person is, would be able to face our Thirteenth King," the first person said again.
"His Majesty sent two kings. He must have something in his mind when he decided that. We shouldn't question his ways," another one of the five people said in a gritty tone.
"Where is the Twelfth King, though? I hadn't seen him over a day," The first person said.
"Shouldn't you be more respectful to the Twelfth King? You're talking like he's your friend and not someone in a higher position than you," The Second Person chimed in as he glanced at the first person.
"Oh, come on. Why should I treat the Twelfth King like that when he's not even here. It's not like we're the subordinates of the Twelfth King. We belong to the Thirteenth Kinh and to his Majesty," the first person said as he snorted.
"Ah, Twelfth King! H-he was just joking! Please forgive him!" the Second Person abruptly said as he bowed his head in the direction of the first person.
"He's here?" the first person was shocked. With a horrified look on his face, he turned back.
"I-i didn't mean that. Please forgive me! I'm an Idiot," the first person said as soon as he turned back, but his face turned blank as he saw no one standing here.
He could hear the laughter of the other four people behind him.
"So much for the bravery," the second person said as he looked at the first, who was acting all brave previously.
"You idiot," the first person snorted as he stopped looking towards the others.
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"Are you going to answer me or not?" the masked man asked again as he removed his hands from the face of Makk.
Makk raised his head. His nose was broken and bleeding. He looked around, wondering why no one came to help him until now, but his face turned pale as he watched the dead bodies lying all around the club.
"Stop looking around. Answer me before I smash your head again," The Masked man said as he smirked.
"Y-you killed them all?" Makk asked the man.
"I didn't. The little ones in the back did. I'm too lazy to move at the moment," the masked man said as he laughed.
His words were enough to scare Makk to hell and back. He looked at the back of the club and saw five people standing there with grins on their faces. He was horrified as he saw their smile after knowing that they were the ones that killed everyone in under a minute.
"So, tell me. Where is the guy I was asking about?" the masked man asked again.
"This is the third time I'm asking. If I don't get my answer now, you'll be missing an important part of your body the next time I ask you," he continued.
"He was taken! He got into a fight with someone, and the other person took him out of the club. I don't know what happened after that," Makk answered as he wiped the blood that kept coming out of his nose.
"Oh? Who was that person?" the Masked man asked Makk.
"I-i don't know that person. It was his first time in the club," Makk replied. He didn't want to talk about Ryder.
"Hahaha, interesting. You're lying. So you did know that person. Tell me who it was. I'll count to three. Believe me; you wouldn't like me when I'm Angry. I'm being quite patient right now," the Masked man said in a grim tone.
He glanced at Makk as he waited for an answer.
Makk opened his lips to answer.
"It was…"
