The man was consumed by his blood shot eyes. His movements were akin to Cadaver’s, a protector from the Cruor Sect, but with steps that were lighter and quicker.

“Got it.” Jerry nodded understandingly. “Based on my predictions, he must have been on our tail since Dixy Land.”

It was clear that they were dealing with a master of stealth. Even though there was no reason to panic, having him behind their backs was still a bit of an inconvenience. Jacob narrowed his eyes. “Find the man and get rid of him.”

“Understood, Boss.” Jerry acknowledged his orders.

Situated on the west side of Paramount was a three-stared medical facility called Radiant Hospital.

Inside Room Number 2104 of the special wards, Darryl was lying there on the bed next to the guy with long eyebrows. Their legs were all plastered up and in the midst of recovery. Each of them had a middle-aged man standing before their beds.

have to find the man who broke my leg and make him pay!” Darryl shouted at his dad. His face was puffed, and his eyes

guy on the other side of the ward said to the middle-aged man who shared an oddly similar looking eyebrow, “Unc, my legs are broken as well! They were snapped right in front of my

touched his face before flashing a vicious look. “He had the nerves to strike my face in front of everyone!

in the same gang as the guy who broke our legs!” Darryl said with his fangs bared. “I’m going to break his legs and give

both his legs!”

shouting at the both of them to stop. He

a glance at long brow’s uncle — Jeff, who was Head of Station Number 37 in the

nodded in agreement. He

watch his steps!” As soon as the elders walked out of the ward, Darryl cursed while stroking

small resting area outside of the ward. Steven waved for Jeff to sit down. His face was darker than a funeral scarf. “For now, let’s put aside the person who’s responsible for

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