Chapter 73

Only now did Atticus notice one in black, one in white, and a tall figure in the middle. It felt like an unholy trinity of black and white had arrived at the door, with a bull-headed, horse-faced character following, backed by a horde of eerie ghosts, a scene straight out of a horror tale. As he thought this, a smile suddenly crept onto his face, perplexing the others. The situation was amusing, while the others probably thought he had a plan.

"It's not my decision to hand him over. Big brothers, think about it, if I could hand him over, would I need to defend this place?" Atticus sniffed, feeling the others were asking the redundant question.

"Alright, let's consider today your day of death." Whelan stepped forward.

Bang, bang!

Tate's dark silhouette suddenly moved as Whelan finished speaking, executing a familiar hidden move. Atticus' body recoiled, was that remote move intended to obliterate everything? Was that nece