"Mr. Bonanno, you seem to have overestimated your own importance... You think far too highly of yourself." Wizet's voice was flat, as though he were correcting some trivial mistake.
Wizet's calm words were like a spark that reignited Joseph Bonanno's fury. "You!"
"You dared... dared to... humiliate me like this!" His face turned livid, the veins at his temples throbbing wildly.
"I have no interest in toying with others..." Wizet said. "Even if I did, I wouldn't waste my precious energy... on someone like you. I..."
Joseph Bonanno struggled desperately, but to no avail. Not only could he not shake off the magic binding him, but his struggles also tugged at the gunshot wound in his shoulder, making the pain even sharper.
The intense pain left him gasping. "Who do you think you are? Just... just some freak who does tricks! And you dare say... I'm a waste of your time?"
"You damned freak!" He glared into Wizet's eyes. "I'll make you... make you regret this!"
He kept cursing, his voice quickly becoming hoarse. "I swear! You will... you will die without a grave!"
Wizet seemed not to hear Joseph Bonanno's furious shouts and calmly finished what he had been saying. "The only thing that interests me is the Magical Contract you signed with your subordinates."
That utter disregard only made the fire in Joseph Bonanno's heart burn hotter.
Unfortunately, he could not break free from the magical restraints at all and could only vent his rage through words. "Look at me, you freak!"
"You only know how to use dirty tricks! If you've got the guts, let me go! Settle this like a man!"
"Reparo!" Wizet lowered his wand and gave the broken pistol on the ground a light flick.
The shattered pistol swiftly repaired itself, floated into the