Salute To The General

Chapter 1787

Meanwhile. at the Leviathan Ice Warehouse. The air in the ice warehouse was heavy with the metallic stench of blood. A man in black was clutching a bloodied dagger.

He was standing before Thomas and Ivan. The duo had each been stabbed over ten times. The wounds were uneven and a horrifying sight to behold

A group of men surrounded the duo and the man clutching the dagger. They puffed on the cigarettes and drank beer, mildly intrigued by the scene before them.

"Vo, these two are quite tight-lipped.” “Right on. Cne did not utter a sound while the other one just wailed in pain, even fainting a couple of times. “But neither of them are willing to divulge anything. Idiots.”

The man in black licked the bloodied dagger and looked at Thomas before him as he sneered, "It's your turn again. Are you going to talk? I'm going to cut your nose off this time if you still refuse to tell me anything.”

Thomas was all tied up and covered in blood

He lifted his head to regard the man in black. All of a sudden, he spat a bloody sputum at the

man

He smirked, “There's nothing that I've never seen when I was at the North fighting in the war. Just save yourself the trouble and kill me right now.” The man in black was initially astounded, then seethed with fury for being spat on.

He swatted off the sputum from his face and bellowed, “Do you have a death wish? I am not planning to grant your wish though

let's see if you

hand clutched the dagger, and just when he was about to chop off the

sense of despair washed over Thomas. I'm really finished this

then, the ice warehouse's door was kicked down

traced everyone else's gaze and looked toward the door. A tall silhouette trailed behind a slender figure as they made their

Nathan and

was greeted by the bloody sight, with Thomas and Ivan on their last

eyes were red

Whoosh!

men flashed their swords and batons as they glared at the duo. "Who are

Grim Reapers,” Nathan

people just donot know their place. Let

then raised his dagger ruthlessly and was

said coldly, "How dare

cigarette butt right then, and it

crisp sound of bones cracking

of the man in black, knocking the dagger off his hand and right

in black shrieked from the pain. He clutched at his right wrist as he staggered a few steps

he widened his eyes at. Nathan who had practically crushed the bores i in his wris with