Chapter 88 The Manly Duel

• The moment he spoke, he seemed to have remembered something as he nodded and snapped his fingers, “Oh, I nearly forgot! He should be in Rebecca’s ward now caring for his beloved woman instead. I doubt he has time to pay any attention to you!”
• Having said that, he leaned closer, his tobacco-filled breath made me even more disgruntled and I spat, “Hey, John. If I die, will I be finally liberated?”
• His face turned grim, “You can try.”