บท 218: 13 Hours II

In front of Mirsha was a man with the most infuriating smirk. Though he could be considered handsome by most people with his slick back black hair, his sharp golden eyes, his bronze skin all tied together with a white suit making him look all the more of a gentleman, To Mirsha whose heart had been taken by her kindhearted husband, the man before her was nothing more than an infuriating bug that's worth less than the shit stain by the side of the road.

And his words reflected his worth, "Hah! It's that useless daemon's lapdog! Heh, where is that little squirt you call "

His words were straight to the point. He was mocking Mirsha. 

'Oh no, I need to stop this as soon as possible.' Ma-Po spoke as quickly as he could. It had been months since he worked with Mirsha and base from his experience he knew that the if he let things be, there would be hell to pay. Even using his body to get between Mirsha and the man, "Sir Rajun, please watch you w—"