More than just an understatement, if the dried blood on the kanabo was any indication. If looks could kill, Alex would have likely combusted spontaneously under the withering glare the turtle was now sending him.

That wouldn't be possible. So he guessed would just have to do Alex in the old-fashioned way. It was now his primary objective.

"No." Don's voice is cold as he responds, slowly pointing at Alex. "But I will kill you."