Chapter 103 I'm Not That Merciful

• Once again, the soles of his boot ruthlessly stomped on the scattered berries on the lush grass. But this time, the height of his maglience increased.
• “The damned scarf is gone.” His green eyes were more than imposingly sinister but were also downright observant.
• Steven once again was back at the hill's top where he earlier possessed what supposedly was rightfully his — Rita. He walked closer to the hill's edge, and the sight of his four pets, swimming dangerously in the water, filled his heart with joy.