Bab 579: Slow torture*

Tristan's head whipped behind him, and when he saw a man standing by the door, his body stiffened. He moved and faced the man in black, his eyes scanning the door he knew was opened forcefully. How? How did he open the door? Tristan never gave the password of this apartment to anyone, not even his most trusted guard. And judging from the loud bang, he knew something inhumanly powerful had hit the door for it to be opened in one bang. He would've noticed if the man messed up with the door's lock first. No, there was no way he could mess up with a door like this! How? How did he…

When he looked at the man wearing pure black from head to toe, Tristan subconsciously swallowed. The man was wearing a black baseball cap covering his eyes. He reeked with unbelievable power and bloodthirst that Tristan's nerves began to cower. No man ever intimidated him to his very core like this, aside from that devil Ezekiel Qinn.