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67. The Beast Of New York City

Sofia's POV

I didn't have time to observe the details of his outfit. Just the stem look on his face as he pocketed his right hand.

"Like a knight in shining armor.." I almost spilled out but managed to hold back my running tongue.

The cologne I perceived earlier. He was around the entire time.

My heart felt guilty right now.

"Did you get drunk and miss your way? Take him away" Trevor laughed as he commanded his men who were already strolling towards Mr Pompous, taking a fight stance but he was calm.

They moved to grab him but all happened in the twinkle of an eyes.

He pulled his hand from his pocket and targeted it expertly at angles towards the throat of the men.

They all dropped to the ground, convulsing, with jabbed needles attached to the sides of their neck.

How could he be so fast? Was he the real devil?

Everly called him 'The Beast Of New York'

My eyes blinked in disbelief as he resumed strolling in my direction with his unwavering gaze fixed on mine.

He was less bothered abou
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