
"My leader!"
It was very dark inside the hall and there was not a single lamp
lit. Dawson could only see a man sitting on a chair
the leader. He didn't move at all.
"Duncan is dead!" Dawson fell to his knees with a thud and stared
clan leader L'Oreal. "Than suddenly appeared and killed them all.
We.we fail again!"
He immediately threw all the blame onto Ethan.
And that's true.
But to the clan leader, it seemed like Dawson and Duncan were incapable!
"Duncan is dead." The clan leader stood up and slowly descended the stairs to the
where Dawson is. Dawson could finally see his face and it was so
frightful. "So why don't you die too?"
Dawson froze and his entire body stiffened.
"My leader...My leader! Give me another chance, give me...UHH!"
Before he could finish speaking, the clan leader slammed his palm onto the
dawson's head and a loud cracking sound were heard.
The skull has been destroyed.
Fresh blood flowed everywhere.
"Drag him out and give him to the dog."
He didn't even glance at Dawson a second time.
Someone so arrogant and disrespectful should have been dead since
longtime. He doesn't care who it is or what they've done.
Didn't Duncan teach Dawson how to behave inside
a castle?
You should be quiet, never look at the clan leader, and never
avoiding the responsibility.
Duncan didn't teach Dawson at all. He wasn't on time.
The clan leader walked back to his seat and two shadows appeared from the corner
chamber. One dragged Dawson's corpse, while the other knelt down with
one knee and bowed his head.
"My leader, aren't we going to keep reclaiming Las Vegas?"
"No need," replied the flat clan leader. "Because Ethan is now in control
Las Vegas, then we'll leave it like this for a while."
"But we need to..."
you should have done. That guy will definitely come back. No matter how much
a lot of people are dead, we have to protect this castle."
"Yes, my leader!"
The shadow disappeared.
The clan leader remained seated in his chair and rubbed his chest with a sigh
deep breaths.
The feeling of helplessness and pressure he felt made him feel extremely
stuffy inside.
Not something good for a powerful clan that managed to survive for several
the last century to be targeted.
"What a terrifying man from the east," sighed the clan leader. "Not only
that guy's. Even Ethan in Las Vegas can't be taken lightly."
He narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair to relax.
Suddenly, an intense murderous gaze seeped out from between the petals
his eyes were half closed and staring straight at the door.
A figure stood there. His presence was like a sword that instantly pierced the heart
clan leader!
"You! You're here again!"
"Where's the guidebook?" speaking in a hoarse and hoarse voice. Face mask
the frightening thing he was wearing made the clan leader feel his heart tremble.
"I told you that even if you kill me, you
maybe you can't get it."
The clan leader remained in his seat but he looked calmer than
last time the two of them attacked each other. "There are so many factions in the family
L'Oreal, including the main clan itself, had a total of 14 groups to look at.
How do you know where I put the manual?"
He laughed a little insultingly and was also a bit mocking.
When he saw how the eyes behind the mask became more deadly, he
even more excited.
"Or why don't you try to see if you can impose
any information from me about that manual again?"
Their eyes meet.
Then they both move!