Henry had the cigarette between his lips as he looked at Howard.
Howard chuckled at Henry and said, “Henry, the wind’s pretty strong. Use mine…”
Henry nodded and said while feeling deeply moved, “From now on, you’ll be my second brother.”
One did not need to think to know who the first one was. Henry moved over to light the cigarette before taking a long drag. He had the cigarette between his fingers as he tilted his head to look at Fabian.
“Atticus, you’re such a badass, but are you afraid of death?”
Fabian’s heart skipped a beat when Henry looked at him. He immediately felt that something was not right. The matter did not develop as he had expected.
Before Fabian could think it through, Henry flicked the lit cigarette butt in his hand away.
The orange and red cigarette butt flew in the cold wind of the night. Then, it spun and flew toward the villa. The entrance of the villa was covered with the doused gasoline.
At this moment, Fabian’s pupils contracted to become tiny dots.
He roared with fear and remorse that he had never felt in the past thirty years of his life, “Henry, how dare you?!”
Henry placed his hands in his pockets and smirked, “I am a brainless second-generation and I’m a simple hedonist. I can’t do anything well but I am the best at causing outrage!”
“But so what? I can afford to do this!
“I am proud of my name, and I stand by my actions. My name is Henry Law! Today, I will stand here and see if you are scared of death or not, Fabian Atticus!”
Fabian could not hear what Henry was saying anymore. His attention was on that cigarette butt that had fallen on the ground. It landed on the gasoline, and immediately, a deep blue flame that had tongues of orange and red started spreading toward him.
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