"I will give you one last chance," June said, her voice ringing out cold as though she were some celestial judge passing divine sentence upon a mortal soul.
Her eyes, sharp as shards of sapphire, never wavered as they bored into Max, her lips curving into an imperious line. "Surrender yourself to Thunder Monarch Hall for killing Julio," she continued, her tone dripping with calm certainty, "otherwise I will kill you." She spoke the words not as a threat, but as an inevitability—a simple fact of the universe, as if Max's life and death was nothing but a simple task for her.
But Max only tilted his head slightly, a sneer curling across his lips, a faint glimmer of mocking light dancing in his golden eyes.
He spat back with a voice brimming with contempt and scorn, "Don't worry. I might die at any time, by anyone… but a bitch can never kill me." The words cut through the air like knives, each syllable heavy with defiance and disdain, as if he'd just spat in the face of fate itself.