Damon tried to be as calm as he possibly could, but how could he not freak out? One second, everything was fine. The next second, the whole world was turning to shit.
"It has to be that fucking guy. Damn it. Where did he even come from? What the hell?" Damon felt as if his head was about to explode.
He had only barely dealt with those old B-rank thugs who had been hibernating and waiting for decades to destroy him, and now, suddenly, from somewhere a monstrous A-rank bastard had popped out!
Not only was he out for his blood, but the damn guy was acting as if they had some sort of history together. The worst part was Damon genuinely had no idea who he was. He had never seen that old man before in his life.
He had just assumed that he was part of the game world and would stay there, but it looked like things were not so simple.
"Do you really think that you could get away from me so easily, brat? Run. Run. Run. But you can never run away from me!"
