In the dungeon of the underground palace…

Sitting on an armchair, Lucjan smoked his cigar while looking at James who was groaning in pain. He said nonchalantly, “James, my patience is limited. From now onwards, I will kill a martial artist here every ten minutes.”

Upon hearing this, James’ expression darkened.

He glared at Lucjan and said coldly, “I swear I’ll kill you if I ever have the chance.”

“What a shame that that day will never come.”

Lucjan smiled.

No one could escape from th