Ivan's eyes narrowed at his pitiful display and with a swift, controlled motion, he yanked the man towards one of the walls lightly and the shopkeeper's body slammed against it with such brutal force that he could barely comprehend that someone with such powers exists.
Ivan, who felt zero remorse, glared at the shopkeeper and could only remember Evelyn, her trembling, vulnerable body and the vile intent that had driven someone to drug and exploit her in that state. He saw the man before him as someone equally responsible for selling the very tool that had brought her to such a state, all for a few pennies, without any thought for the consequences it could have on another person's life.
