As the final word rang through the air, Herod's gaze glinted coldly.

Indeed, he planned to call upon a massacre tonight. Besides, the Stanfords did not care about their good-for-nothing son-in-law. He would be the first to die.

Darryl's clothes were torn open to reveal his chest. One of the Snow Wolf Mountain members drew his long sword, walking forward briskly.

'F*ck me!'

At the sight, Darryl got the fright of his life. His forehead beaded with sweat as he called out, "Please hold on, every