Chapitre 40: Shattered Glass

Vincent's eyes that were midnight black stared at the man held by the guards looking at him with anger and disgust. Sure he was evil but none dared make a commotion like this. He was having a hard time maintaining his clean name because of idiots like this man. They didn't know when to strike or if they even had a chance of surviving after receiving a blow from him.

"Go to hell, bastard! You deserve to rot-" Before the man could finish, he received a kick from a guard that made his face twist in pain. Vincent didn't look the least bit concerned. He was annoyed. If only they were far from the public eyes, he would have chopped the man's fingers or broken his limbs one by one to make him see he was messing with the wrong person.