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Zeke said, “Ten seconds.”
Wolf’s Greed laughed, “I have told you Sole Wolf is incomparable to me.”
Zeke muttered, “It’s a draw. You have to realize that Sole Wolf didn’t use any weapon.”
Wolf’s Greed’s face turned gloomy. “Fine. I was happy for no reason.”
By now, half of the salespeople were gone from the scene.
The remaining half that was still around was too weak in their knees to flee.
Even Serena had collapsed onto the ground in fear.
The factors of horror movies were all in front of her— bleeding guts, blood, and broken limbs.
Zeke walked over to Patrick’s side. “Let me correct you. You said you underestimated us earlier. That isn’t accurate.
A more accurate way is to say that you’ve severely underestimated us.”
At that moment, Patrick was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.
Zeke was right; he had underestimated his enemy.
He was a devil who would bury a man alive.
Calling him a bandit was clearly an understatement.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOne of his enemies was buried alive, and the other died from a fall. What miserable end will I have then?
He dared not imagine.
Unable to keep up with his tough demeanor, he begged, “Please spare my life! Please! I... I’ll give you the villas
here.”
Zeke scoffed, “I’ll give you ten, and even hundreds of residential areas like this. Can you bring back my friend’s
life?”
Patrick was in despair. It was obvious that Zeke was going to kill him.
Zeke continued, “Two questions. One, when you injured my friend back then, he was saved by someone. Who was
that person?”
Patrick hurriedly answered, “It’s that old man...Dr. Harry Collins.”
Zeke glanced at Wolf’s Greed. “I want to know everything about Harry Collins in five minutes.”
Wolf’s Greed answered, “Roger that.”
Zeke returned to Patrick. “Second question. How did you injure my friend back then?”
Patrick shifted his gaze.
Zeke took out a dagger and pinned his other palm onto the wall immediately.
“Look away again, and I’ll pin your head on the wall too.”
Patrick looked into Zeke’s eyes nervously.
Good god.
What kind of eyes does he have?
There’s a murderous look in them, and his gaze is piercing right into my soul.
A look at Zeke was enough to scare Patrick to the point of a mental breakdown.
Zeke patted his cheeks in order to get him to focus.
“Answer my question.”
Not daring to hide anything from him, Patrick replied honestly, “The Four Divinities and I chopped him five times
each.”
Zeke furrowed as he calculated, “Five people, and five times each. That’s twenty-five times. If I multiply it by two,
it’s fifty. Excluding the two from earlier, there are forty-eight left.”
Patrick was stunned by his words.
Patrick was stunned by his words.
Will I even live after forty-eight blows from this lunatic?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWolf’s Greed handed the decorative sword to Zeke.
The edge of the sword was already dented, and blood was dripping off it.
Zeke took it and swung it at Patrick.
With a flash, the sword seemed to have disappeared in the quick swings.
After forty-eight blows, Patrick’s body was a mass of bleeding flesh.
Not an inch on his body was spared.
Yet, every blow from Zeke had missed the vital spots. Hence, Patrick was still alive.
When he lowered his head to see the bloody mess that was his body, he was frightened out of his wits.
How? How can a person still be alive when their body looks like this?
This is worse than death!
Then, Zeke looked at Serena.
At that moment, Serena felt as if she was watched by the grim reaper.
Her knees went weak, and she fell onto her knees in front of Zeke.
Zeke scoffed, “A servant will always be a servant. Even if you have sold yourself, you have no right to dance like a
fool in front of your master.”
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