Thunder sat leisurely opposite him, “Thunder, when will the chariot of death arrive?” he asked curiously, he was wondering why Thunder was here, and chariot of death ain't.Thunder reclined on the chair, “they are here already” he replied.Mr. Wilson was confused, he looked around, wondering where they could be, Thunder didn't bother explaining anything to him.The door was opened, and a hostess entered “Sir, Philip is here”“Let him in” Mr. Wilson replied, his face becoming gloomier.Philip strode inside the room with a steady gait, adding a touch of style, a hand was stuck in his pocket.Mr. Wilson bellowed, “you kept us waiting, you think you are some big shot”Thunder's lips curled up, “I am here, stop shouting” Philip retorted, unfazed.Mr. Wilson's face darkened, “kid, you have become unruly, don't push it”Philip reposted, “or what? Are you threatening me, Wilson?”Thunder chimed in, “quiet down”An overbearing aura spread out, it was strong like enchantment, that made Mr. Wils
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