People were beginning to look in his direction.
It was natural to look when the man was evidently choking and seemed to be in pain.
But Lucivar only gave them a pliant smile and waved his hand, acting as if there was nothing wrong.
All of them instantly turned away and fixed on their phones—they could sense that whatever Lucivar was doing, it was not a good idea for them to meddle. Survival instincts beat their social instincts. At this moment, that surely helps them keep their lives.
Lucivar leaned back on his chair and crossed his legs, breathing the refreshing night air calmly.
Soon, the man's head fell down to the table with a light thud.
He was dead.
"It's my first time using my dark attribute," Lucivar rubbed his chin. "So, this is what it does. Cool."
