Sixty-four

"Why the hell do you have to call me? We cut ties already remember, and never to see each other, was with the call this time, huh?" The figure smoke was standing with yelled at him for buzzing his phone with calls.

Smoke pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, Kindle it, turn it off, and put it in his mouth. He drew smoke out of it and puff it to the figure's face, which made him start to cough.

Shadow pulled out a knife and point it to his neck, making him tilt his head a bit.

"If you shout at me again, I won't hesitate to slit your neck, and send it to the police, and when I'm done, I'm going to vanish just like this smoke."

"Please put the knife down, I never meant to shout. I mean, you just called me when we mutually agreed to cut ties." He said, his gaze and attention engrossed on the knife, watching as smoke play with it inches away from his neck.

Smoke jerked the knife back, spun around, and place it back in his pocket.

"Don't blame me for calling you, I had to call you because