Holt was about to say more, but Vincent suddenly stopped him. He put out his cigarette on Holt's face. "I suggest you watch your mouth."
Vincent used his [Slime Tactics]. Holt was stuck in place and couldn't move. He could only let Vincent use his face as an ashtray.
"Damn it! I'll kill you!" Holt's eyes turned red with anger. He felt deeply humiliated.
But Vincent didn't care. He calmly pulled out a new cigar, grabbed a match, and struck it against Holt's face.
Zzzzt… Sparks flew everywhere!
After Vincent lit the cigar, the space finally returned to normal.
Holt was about to shout, but Vincent blew a thick cloud of smoke right into his face. He coughed hard.
Eugenia saw Holt being treated like that and got angry. "The Black Church people, I suggest you stop now."
Vincent was about to say something, but Fischl stopped him. She turned to face Eugenia. "I also suggest you start drawing the map. If those three get angry, we won't be able to stop them."
