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.

you have to find the man who broke my leg and make him pay!” Darryl shouted

middle-aged man who shared an oddly similar looking

look. “He had the nerves to strike my face in front of everyone! I’ll make sure that

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

legs!” The long brow man was

Steven frowned while shouting at the both of them to stop. He was

brow’s uncle — Jeff, who was Head of Station Number 37 in the Southwest District said, “Shall

Jeff nodded in agreement. He

steps!” As soon as the elders walked out of the

ward. Steven waved for Jeff to sit down. His face was darker than a funeral scarf. “For now,

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