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

see if you can still

just when he was about to chop off the man’s nose,

over Thomas. I'm really finished

was kicked down

slowly turned around. He traced everyone else's gaze and

Nathan

by the bloody sight, with Thomas and Ivan on their

red

Whoosh!

Finlay's men flashed their swords and batons as they glared at the duo. "Who are you guys?” The man in black raised

Grim Reapers,” Nathan replied

into a mocking faugh at his remark. “It looks like some people just donot know their place. Let me kill I off this quy rand

raised his dagger ruthlessly and was about

coldly, "How

the cigarette butt right then, and it flew away like a

of bones cracking

man in black, knocking the dagger off his

black shrieked from the pain. He clutched at

the bores i in his wris with justa flick of ac Cigarette butt. Terror was written