Chapter 422

"I'm your worst nightmare." "F*ck you!" The man brandished his dagger, moving to stab Skyler in the chest. Skyler chuckled, drawing a line in the air with his pointer finger. Blood sprayed the air as both the dagger and the hand holding it fell to the ground. The facemask man cried out in pain, clutching the open wound as he stared at Skyler in shock. Skyler smiled. "Go back and tell Joel WIlliam that he's going to have to send someone a little more powerful if he wants to hurt Shelby Mothleen. You're clearly not cutting it." The man in the facemask knew that he was no match for his opponent. Immediately, he turned to flee. Skyler chuckled. He returned to the night market and bought himself an ice cream cone, eating it as he trailed the girls from far behind. "It's a pretty cool job, if I'm being honest." Skyler wondered if he would be paid for this. On second thought, the image of Wilbur pummeling him to a pulp was enough for him to quickly drop that idea. … Over at Anya Ci