Chapter 145: We meet again!

With a quick movement, the man pulled the handkerchief off his lips and grinned.

"Yes, it's me. The one who you failed to get rid of the last time we dueled," Michael laughed.

'My mistake.' 

Tristan facepalmed, shaking his head from side to side.

Michael stepped forward, revealing himself completely.

His hair was long, jet-black, and tied into a ponytail, which rested on his shoulders.

"What's with the new look? Is it supposed to make me think I should feel bad about not killing you?" Tristan snapped.

"Oh, don't act like you haven't thought about it." Michael chuckled.

Tristan scoffed and glared at the other man.

"Well, if you want a rematch so badly, why didn't you just ask?" Tristan demanded.

"Because you're such a fucking prick!" Michael shouted back.

Tristan raised his eyebrow.