Remorse After Breaking Up

Sebastian pivoted, realizing that a hunched old man was standing less than ten feet away from him.

He broke into a cold sweat. Given that this old man had silently approached him from such a close distance, his skills must be remarkable.

He would've been at a disadvantage if the old man were to ambush him earlier.

The old man's gray hair was sparse, and his face looked weathered. His dark, deep-set eyes made him seem lifeless.

Sebastian quickly regained his composure. "Are you the owner?"

"That's right. Are you here to pawn something?" the old man asked. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No. I'm here to buy something." Sebastian unfurled a piece of paper. "I'm looking for this amulet."

The old man glanced over at it. "I'm sorry, we don't have it here."

"I came because I was well-informed. Why are you withholding information during a deal?"

"Fine, I'll tell you the truth, then. We do have the amulet, but a customer pawned it. He's going to return in a few days to redeem it, so I can't sell it to you," the old man politely refused.

"Could you tell me who pawned it? Or could you contact him and let him know that I'm willing to buy it at a high price?"

The old man shook his head with a smile. "I'm sorry. This is confidential information."

"Alright then. Goodbye." Sebastian was disappointed, but he had no choice but to leave.

Sebastian had thought about obtaining it by force, but the old man didn't seem like an easy target. He might even have people assisting him. Acting recklessly was going to get Sebastian in trouble.

However, now that the amulet had appeared, he had to figure out a way to acquire it.

"Mister, please wait." The old man suddenly stopped him.

Sebastian turned toward him, puzzled.

"I heard the customer mention that the amulet was a pair. Could it be that you've seen the other piece before?"

"I haven't." Sebastian shook his head.

"Mister, you're reluctant to tell the truth. If you haven't, how did you get the image of the amulet?" the old man asked.

"I saw it in a book. I've never seen the real thing," Sebastian admitted.

"Don't worry, mister. I just want to have a look and compare it with the other piece. I was wondering whether there's anything special about it."

"I'd like to let you have a look, but I really don't have it with me."

"What if I insist?" The old man grinned wickedly.

"I said I don't have it. Take it or leave it." Sebastian's tone turned cold once he noticed the old man's eyes flickering with murderous intent.

"In that case, let me have a search."

The old man suddenly lunged at Sebastian, appearing right in front of him in a split second. He grabbed his neck.

Sebastian already had his guard up. He reached for the old man's wrist, striking him in the head with his other fist.

The old man was light on his feet, retaliating quickly with a punch. The wind gushed past his fist as it collided with Sebastian's.

A heavy thump resonated in the air upon the fierce collision of their fists. An immense shockwave erupted between them, and Sebastian's expression shifted slightly.

He staggered backward, leaving palpable footprints as he forcefully retreated. It took around five to six steps for him to steady himself. Feeling his energy and blood churn within him, he nearly vomited blood.

Sebastian was flabbergasted. The old man's strength had far exceeded his expectations.

However, the old man didn't gain any advantage, either. He also stumbled backward.

"The formidable Supreme One, indeed. You may be young, but your strength is remarkable. Given time, perhaps no one will be your match." The old man sighed.

"Who are you?" Sebastian bellowed. The old man's strength was the most formidable he'd ever encountered.

"I'm Dragonheart's vice president, Fin Copper!"

Realization dawned on Sebastian.

"I was informed Dragonheart has secretly turned up in Ravenview, but I haven't been able to locate them. It turns out that you're hidden in the woods. No wonder I couldn't find you."

Fin sneered. "It's too late now. Give me the amulet, and I might let you die in peace. Otherwise, you'll be incredibly sorry!"

A disdainful smirk played on Sebastian's lips.

"You're remarkable, but I don't think you're capable of killing me."

"What if we assist him?"

Two identical women appeared, each wielding a sword.

Both of them seemed to be in their 20s, and they looked stunning. Despite their perfect figure, their expressions were stoic. Their eyes, in particular, resembled a viper's stare.