A cold light glinted from the fingertips. Nathan's arm swept past Galvin's neck.
Although Galvin had reacted extremely quickly, raising his arm to block, that arm still suddenly spurted blood.
An icy chill pierced his heart. Galvin's heart pounded erratically, and tiny beads of sweat seeped from his palms. An indescribable feeling of unease washed over him like a tide.
He clearly saw the undisguised killing intent on the young chief's face. Clutching his injured arm, he trembled and spoke:
"Nathan, from the very beginning, when you agreed to let the chief send me here, had you already resolved to kill me!"
Nathan smirked, revealing a mocking smile. He didn't open his mouth to answer, but that silence said it all.
"If you kill me, the chief will not spare you!" Galvin roared, his voice outwardly tough but inwardly terrified. His body began to retreat rapidly backward.
