His voice was hoarse, tinged with a sob.
"I demand compensation for emotional distress! I want her court-martialed! I... I..."
Before he could finish speaking, he convulsed again and collapsed completely on the ground.
Caleb Shaw took off his gloves, the tips of his fingers faintly glimmering with a cold light.
His eyes were indifferent, not giving Heath Vance another glance.
He casually tossed the pair of blood-stained black leather gloves at Heath's face.
The gloves drew an arc in the air and landed with a smack on Heath's cheek.
"Go ahead and sue,"
Caleb's voice was low.
"I'll personally watch tonight."
When he said this, there was even a faint smile on his lips.
After speaking, he took a step, bounding up the stairs two steps at a time.
The sound of leather shoes hitting the wooden steps echoed crisply.
The smell of blood slowly drifted up the stairs.
The iron-like scent pierced the nostrils.
The air seemed to still hold the agitation leftover from the fight.
