Nobody expected that a young man holding a long knife would just waltz in like that. As he had been working to support his family since middle school and had often used his weekends to work hard labor such as carrying heavy bags, the eighteen-year-old Malvolio was stronger than his average peers. He looked at the incomparably happy family of three in the living room with a murderous expression. The family of three, on the other hand, looked at this uninvited guest with panic expressions.

"You…who are you? How did you come in? Quick, call the police…" Joy's voice was stuck at the throat and she could not make a sound at all.

Delmont also subconsciously protected his daughter and his wife behind him and stuttered. "You…don’t act recklessly. You're breaking the law. You will…you will have to go to prison. Don't be reckless..."

"Breaking the law?" Malvolio sneered. "I'm sorry. I have already committed something punishable by death. I have already severed the head of that old man, Qualls