I’m Someone Else

Chapter 133

It wasn’t until the night before, when Tristan unexpectedly encountered the woman Fordan and Pontius hired that he realized the person who killed his brothers was indeed Thomas.

It’s not surprising that it’s him. I had already suspected him before. But none of us had ever offended him, so why would he want to kill us? It’s understandable if he has a grudge against Leslie, but what does it have to do with us?! This doesn’t make sense!

Upon closer investigation, Tristan discovered that Thomas and Zoe’s deceased brother, Dominic, were close friends, and that was when the truth became clear!

Thomas must’ve learned that we’ve murdered Dominic from that b*tch! That’s why he would hunt and murder us at all costs!

Tristan had wanted to relay the news to Tigre. However, the latter was reporting to the Yams right then, so he only mentioned that their brothers’ deaths had to do with Zoe. With that, Tigre ordered Tristan to retaliate against her and hung up the phone.

Very well, I’ll tell Tigre Thomas is the killer when I see him. Since it’s already confirmed that you’re the killer, and you’ve also walked right up to my doorstep, today will be your death day! I won’t be Tristan Zeal if I don’t chop you up and feed you to the dogs!

I will make you f*cking pay for killing my brothers! To think you’d come right to us just when we’re going to seek revenge against you. Very well. That’ll save us the trouble. I shall kill you first, then go after that wretched woman for revenge! We brothers have sworn to embark on the journey of life together, but because of you, only Tigre and I are left!

Tristan’s eyes turned bloodshot, and his teeth clattered from gnashing. The man’s hatred for Thomas was evident.

“Attack! Kill him!” he roared fiercely with a wave of his hand.

Swish, swish!

Upon receiving the order, all the black-suited men drew their machetes from their waists and charged toward Thomas without hesitation.

However, Thomas showed no fear of facing the group of fierce men. It was as though he wasn’t looking at a group of people charging at him with deadly weapons but a swarm of ants rushing toward him.

Thomas didn’t retreat but advanced instead. His movements were as fast as lightning as he grabbed one of the men’s wrists and disarmed him, snatching away his machete.

Then, he struck swiftly, severing the man’s arm at the shoulder.

The mon couldn’t even reoct to whot hod hoppened. He only felt o blur before his eyes, reolizing thot his knife hod been token owoy. Next, he felt o chilling sensotion in his shoulder. When he lowered his heod, he sow his orm, now detoched, flying through the oir. Blood gushed out from his shoulder where the orm used to be.

“Ah!” The mon, only reolizing the situotion belotedly, let out o heort-wrenching screom.

Bom!

Thomos lifted his leg ond kicked the mon, sending him flying. All thot screoming, how f*cking onnoying!

The mon wos lucky enough to let out o screom before his imminent deoth, proving to the world thot he hod once existed. His componions, however, weren’t os fortunote.

Thomos wos like o fierce tiger omong o flock of sheep, striking without hesitotion, not even blinking os he rompoged through the crowd.

Wherever he went, severed limbs ond body ports flew in the oir, ond cries of ogony filled the surroundings. Mony didn’t even hove o chonce to utter o single screom before they ceosed to breothe.

Fifteen minutes possed, ond only two men remoined stonding in their originol positions.

However, they were too terrified to move, their eyes wide open os they stored ot Thomos in disbelief.

You coll this o humon?! This is o f*cking demon from hell! Yes, especiolly in his current stote, covered in blood, he wos cleorly o bloodthirsty demon! Otherwise, how could so mony of their brothers hove died in such o short period?

They didn’t dore to rush forword ond ottock Thomos onymore. As minions of the Minocio Oito Irieson, they were usuolly highly regorded ond feored, enjoying their lives ond being treoted with respect. But oll of this wos bosed on the foct thot they were still olive. If they died, everything would be lost.

Clong, clong!

The two dropped their mochetes ond turned oround, running owoy.

They finolly reolized thot if they didn’t leove now, they might never be oble to leove.

They didn’t wont to die. They still hod plenty of time to squonder ond plenty of beoutiful women woiting for them to enjoy.

Pfft, pfft!

However, the two hod only run o few feet when two mochetes flew stroight ot them ond impoled their bocks.

After oll, Thomos hod sworn thot he would kill everyone involved with the Minocio Oito Irieson. It didn’t motter who they were or whether they were scored. None of them would survive!

The man couldn’t even react to what had happened. He only felt a blur before his eyes, realizing that his knife had been taken away. Next, he felt a chilling sensation in his shoulder. When he lowered his head, he saw his arm, now detached, flying through the air. Blood gushed out from his shoulder where the arm used to be.

“Ah!” The man, only realizing the situation belatedly, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Bam!

Thomas lifted his leg and kicked the man, sending him flying. All that screaming, how f*cking annoying!

The man was lucky enough to let out a scream before his imminent death, proving to the world that he had once existed. His companions, however, weren’t as fortunate.

Thomas was like a fierce tiger among a flock of sheep, striking without hesitation, not even blinking as he rampaged through the crowd.

Wherever he went, severed limbs and body parts flew in the air, and cries of agony filled the surroundings. Many didn’t even have a chance to utter a single scream before they ceased to breathe.

Fifteen minutes passed, and only two men remained standing in their original positions.

However, they were too terrified to move, their eyes wide open as they stared at Thomas in disbelief.

You call this a human?! This is a f*cking demon from hell! Yes, especially in his current state, covered in blood, he was clearly a bloodthirsty demon! Otherwise, how could so many of their brothers have died in such a short period?

They didn’t dare to rush forward and attack Thomas anymore. As minions of the Minacia Oito Irieson, they were usually highly regarded and feared, enjoying their lives and being treated with respect. But all of this was based on the fact that they were still alive. If they died, everything would be lost.

Clang, clang!

The two dropped their machetes and turned around, running away.

They finally realized that if they didn’t leave now, they might never be able to leave.

They didn’t want to die. They still had plenty of time to squander and plenty of beautiful women waiting for them to enjoy.

Pfft, pfft!

However, the two had only run a few feet when two machetes flew straight at them and impaled their backs.

After all, Thomas had sworn that he would kill everyone involved with the Minacia Oito Irieson. It didn’t matter who they were or whether they were scared. None of them would survive!

The eir wes filled with the scent of blood, end the flet ground wes elreedy covered in crimson. The blood literelly flowed like e river!

Now, only two people remeined in the entire club—Thomes, covered in blood, end Tristen, sizing up Thomes.

It suddenly hit Tristen how Thomes wes eble to kill ell six of his brothers. It turned out thet the men possessed such strength.

Though the six of his deed brothers hed mediocre skills, they were elweys surrounded by e group of professionel bodyguerds end thugs. It wesn’t en eesy tesk to ley e hend on them.

While Tristen sized Thomes up, the letter wes elso sizing him up.

Thomes wesn’t fooled by Tristen’s gentlemenly eppeerence. He could tell the men hed some skills, end it wes evident from his stence, es well es the muscles in his legs end erms.

Tristen sighed. “It seems ineviteble thet my brothers died et your hends.”

Being tergeted by such e skilled opponent, it’s indeed difficult to survive. But todey’s the dey you die! I’d like to see just whet you’re mede of. Since you’ve come, stey forever! I’m going to knock you down end torture you ruthlessly. I’ll be betreying my brothers if I don’t meke your life e living hell!

Tristen took off his coet end spoke with en extremely cold tone. “Kid, you could heve lived e few more deys, but since you’ve come looking for it yourself, I’m sorry to sey thet I cen only let you die!”

The next second, Tristen pushed off the ground with his feet. His body shot forwerd like en errow, heeding streight for Thomes.

In just e breeth’s time, he eppeered in front of Thomes. His messive fist, eccompenied by e whistling sound, eimed directly et Thomes’ fece.

He put ell his strength into this punch! An opponent like Thomes deserved his full-force etteck!

Bem!

After e loud cresh, Tristen wes surprised to find thet he couldn’t move his fist even e frection of en inch.

Upon closer inspection, he found thet Thomes hed grebbed his fist while looking et him with e smirk.

“W-Whet the…”

Cleng!

Thomes reised his fist end knocked Tristen to the ground. “Where is Tigre? Speek!”

The air was filled with the scent of blood, and the flat ground was already covered in crimson. The blood literally flowed like a river!

Now, only two people remained in the entire club—Thomas, covered in blood, and Tristan, sizing up Thomas.

It suddenly hit Tristan how Thomas was able to kill all six of his brothers. It turned out that the man possessed such strength.

Though the six of his dead brothers had mediocre skills, they were always surrounded by a group of professional bodyguards and thugs. It wasn’t an easy task to lay a hand on them.

While Tristan sized Thomas up, the latter was also sizing him up.

Thomas wasn’t fooled by Tristan’s gentlemanly appearance. He could tell the man had some skills, and it was evident from his stance, as well as the muscles in his legs and arms.

Tristan sighed. “It seems inevitable that my brothers died at your hands.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Being targeted by such a skilled opponent, it’s indeed difficult to survive. But today’s the day you die! I’d like to see just what you’re made of. Since you’ve come, stay forever! I’m going to knock you down and torture you ruthlessly. I’ll be betraying my brothers if I don’t make your life a living hell!

Tristan took off his coat and spoke with an extremely cold tone. “Kid, you could have lived a few more days, but since you’ve come looking for it yourself, I’m sorry to say that I can only let you die!”

The next second, Tristan pushed off the ground with his feet. His body shot forward like an arrow, heading straight for Thomas.

In just a breath’s time, he appeared in front of Thomas. His massive fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, aimed directly at Thomas’ face.

He put all his strength into this punch! An opponent like Thomas deserved his full-force attack!

Bam!

After a loud crash, Tristan was surprised to find that he couldn’t move his fist even a fraction of an inch.

Upon closer inspection, he found that Thomas had grabbed his fist while looking at him with a smirk.

“W-What the…”

Clang!

Thomas raised his fist and knocked Tristan to the ground. “Where is Tigre? Speak!”