Timmy's gaze was cold as he looked around. He picked up a weapon that had just fallen to the ground and stepped hard on the man's hand, pressing the weapon against the leader's neck expressionlessly. "I heard that in Crestfall, it's not illegal for children to kill."
"Rude, rude kid, what do you want to do? Quick, quickly put it down, this isn't something you should play with," the man fearfully stared at Timmy.
What the hell, how is this a child? That composed, murderous expression almost rivals that of a professional assassin.
"Call me Young Master Timmy," Timmy said, his eyes as cold and black as Jared Quinn's.
"Yes, yes, Young Master Timmy," the man was already at a loss for words out of fright. Here, if a child kills, it's definitely not illegal; they don't understand anything, and there's no way to punish them.
"Scared, huh?" Timmy sneered disdainfully. When someone threatened Jared Quinn with a knife to his neck when he was young, he wasn't this scared.
