Kapitel 107: Chapter 107: When I was killing, you didn't even know where you were!

Whoosh!

Upon meeting White Mitchell's gaze, Connor Cooper shuddered, the fear in his eyes intensifying.

At that moment, it as if the grim images of death and carnage were looking back at him through White's eyes.

Was this the scent of death?

A tremor ran through Connor at this realization. Like a puppet with its strings cut, he stood frozen in place, gripped by an overwhelming fear that he couldn't shake off.

"I was killing people when you didn't even know where you were!" White's voice, like the scythe of the reaper, left Connor on the verge of collapse.

Soon after, Connor's pants were noticeably damp and exuding a foul smell.

Scared to the point of wetting himself, Connor, who was a moment ago so arrogant, was reduced to a pitiful figure by just one sentence from White.

At this point, Connor had completely lost his audacious demeanor, the only thing left, a pervasive fear. A terror of death.