"Mr. Bonanno, you seem to have overestimated your own weight... taken yourself far too seriously." Vizet's voice was very flat, as though he were correcting some trivial mistake.
Vizet's calm words were like a spark, once again igniting Joseph Bonanno's fury. "You!"
"You dare... you dare to... to humiliate me like this!" His face turned blue-purple, the veins at his temple throbbing.
"I have no leisure to toy with others..." Vizet said. "Even if I did, I would not waste precious energy... on someone like you. I..."
Joseph Bonanno struggled desperately yet futilely. Not only could he do nothing to shake the magic binding him, he also pulled at the gunshot wound in his shoulder, making the pain even sharper.
The intense pain left him panting heavily. "Who do you think you are? Just a... a monster who does tricks! And you actually say... waste it on me?"
"You damned monster!" He glared into Vizet's eyes. "I'll make you... make you regret this!"
He kept cursing, his voice quickly turning hoarse. "I swear! You will... you will die without a place to be buried!"
As if he had not heard Joseph Bonanno's furious roars, Vizet finished speaking at an unhurried pace. "What interests me is merely the Magic Contract you signed with your subordinates."
That utter disregard made the fury in Joseph Bonanno's heart burn even hotter.
Unfortunately, he could not break free of the magical restraints at all. He could only vent his rage through words. "Look at me! You monster!"
"All you know are dirty tricks! If you've got the guts, let me go! Settle this like a man!"
"Reparo!" Vizet lowered his Wand and lightly pointed at the damaged handgun on the floor.
The broken handgun rapidly restored itself, drifted into the air, and pressed steadily against