Outside, Nisbet's shot had missed, and his face had soured.
He had encountered many skilled opponents before.
But this eerie scenario was a first for him.
"Who are you, really?"
"Someone you can't mess with."
Mitbahl stood in the night's shadows, arms crossed, wearing an indifferent expression. "Since the lady's in the car, and I wouldn't want to scare you too much, I won't kill you today. Just apologize and get lost."
He was putting on quite the act.
"Dead man, do you even know who 'Nisbet' is? How dare you speak to him like this!" Amy stomped her foot in anger.
She clung to Nisbet's arm and said, "Nisbet, don't waste your time talking to them. Just have someone drag that wretched Leah down here!"
"You're right, there's no need to talk to you!" Nisbet gestured dismissively.
His
