What?

'That is the Damien family's live-in son-in-law?'

Moloch and the other killers were shocked when they heard Lancelot. At the same time, their eyes were gleaming.

Darryl's eyes were cold as he locked his gaze on Lancelot. "Did you kill Damien?"

"Yes!"

Lancelot spoke impassively, "The employer wants Damien's life and yours."

Darryl's eyes narrowed after hearing Lancelot's announcement. He spoke slowly to make himself clear. "Very well, tell me who the employer is!"

Lancelot laughed and sneered at him. "How boastful of you! You're only an insignificant live-in son-in-law! Well, you came all the way here, but you won't be able to leave here alive!"

After that, a sharp machete appeared in Lancelot's hand. He discharged his saint energy as he whizzed straight at Darryl!

Buzz!

The air became stagnant wherever Lancelot's figure shuttled past.

Darryl's anger erupted when he saw Lancelot act against him. "Alright, very well. You can go to hell for killing an unarmed old man!"