Chapter 375

• The moment the knife pressed against the scarred man’s neck, Tedmond shot upright from his spot. He had no idea what Marek’s temperament was like and no way of knowing if Marek was about to kill the man on the spot.
• Given Marek’s appearance and the fact that the knife in his hand was one he had crafted himself, Tedmond could tell that if Marek wanted to get rid of the man, he could do it without batting an eye. But Tedmond wasn’t ready for bloodshed.
• He had only come here to retrieve his phone, and the others were supposed to be innocent.