Melanie and Zayn were standing beside each other. Behind them, the remaining thirteen men they had, rushed out to confront Credence.

Melanie and Credence exchanged looks. Her eyes were sharp, but she had a faint, sexy smile on her face. "Credence, you're alone, and there are fifteen of us, how much of a chance do you think you have?"

Credence's face sank. He was still as quiet as ever, his face was blank, and he showed no signs of giving up.

He stared back at Melanie. The light at the bottom of his eyes was like the endless night, unchanging. He said in a cold voice, "If I don't die,...