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