George stared at Damian angrily. The man continued to struggle even though in the end his strength was not equal to the man. "Leon Anderson!"
"I'm here!" Leon shouted, he laughed out loud, jumping down casually. In his hands, each holding a small dagger with a thick blue liquid dripping at the tip. "I can use these two children of mine to make you talk."
"Who, who are you?" George stuttered, he stared at Damian in horror. "Let go of me!"
"In your dreams!" Damian snorted. "I am the angel of death who can kill you at any time. So I suggest you immediately tell me where the painting is before I really kill you!"
"Bastard! I won't tell you even if I die!" George shouted angrily, he struggled even more in Damian's grip.
Annoyed, Anderson's sole heir finally let go of the middle-aged m
