Chapter 81 Satanic Warden
- The moment his words fell, Huxley's right hand tightened around the lump of useless metal that was once a fruit knife and swiftly slashed out.
- Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
- In the somewhat dimly lit private room, the cold light of the blade flashed countless times, seemingly forming a large net that enveloped Josiah, who was poised mid-air.