"You can blame yourself for provoking the wrong people," said the leader of the Black Cloaks, preparing to use a dagger.
He aimed it at Daniel's throat, but suddenly something stopped him.
"Hah? This? How!?" What stopped him was a hand—Daniel's hand.
Daniel slowly opened his eyes and, with his golden pupils, scanned all the uninvited guests in his room.
"I don't remember inviting any guests," he growled, and with a flick of his wrist, crushed the leader of the Black Cloaks.
"Retreat! Damn it, now!" For a moment, the leader's face contorted in pain, but he endured it and pulled back, ordering a retreat.
Although they outnumbered him and could have killed him, they didn't want to take that risk. Their goal was to make it look like a suicide.
According to their intel, this boy had a good relationship with the leader of the Awakened Association in this city, and they couldn't let the law enforcement or investigators get involved.
