Miguel Sanchez's face completely lost its color. He started trembling all over, his lips quivering, but he couldn't speak.
The office was deathly silent.
These were all things Victor saw through Golden Finger.
Suddenly, Miguel moved.
He reached with his left hand for the ceramic ashtray on the coffee table.
But Victor's movement was faster.
Victor picked up the heavy brass ashtray next to the sofa with his right hand, weighing four or five pounds.
Casare roared as he pounced, but Miguel's target wasn't him, it was Victor.
This usually docile and honest file clerk now had a crazed gleam in his eyes. He grabbed the ceramic ashtray with both hands and swung it fiercely at Victor's head.
"Die! You tyrant!"
Victor didn't dodge.
As the ashtray came down, the brass ashtray in his right hand swung upward like a war hammer.
"Clang!"
The ceramic ashtray shattered, pieces flying everywhere. Miguel's wrist split open, blood streaming out.
But Victor's action didn't stop.
