Finally, Tatum’s body slumped heavily onto the floor, his eyes remaining open as he drew his last breath.

“Huh?” Fletcher Lawson, who had been standing by the side, appeared mortified at the scene.

“S- Sir Hummer, what are you doing? Tatum Thunders is Sir Lincoln’s principal disciple. How are we going to explain this to Sir Lincoln?” He secretly thought Edwin had gone mad for having the guts to murder Tatum.