Chapter 120 Ghostlike

• Watching Moke still banging his head on the ground, Timothy Lavette planted a boot on his face, pressing him so hard his forehead almost kissed the icy floor. He couldn’t move an inch.
• “I won’t kill you for now. But looks like that dumbass hiding in the woods hasn’t noticed a thing yet.” Timothy kept his foot on Moke, voice cold as ice, eyes cutting toward the trees.
• “D‑dumbass?” Moke froze. The Skull Society’s number two was a “dumbass” to this guy?