The leader struggled to set down his second-in-command, who was slumped in his arms. He picked up a nearby gun and gave Seraphina Ashworth a long, hard look, his eyes filled with unspeakable hatred and despair, before finally pointing the gun at his own temple and firing.
He was filled with so much hate!
BANG— The man's burly body fell straight back, kicking up another cloud of dust from the floor.
'Now that this group is taken care of, it's time to deal with the remaining rats.'
Seraphina Ashworth flicked her palm toward a blind spot in a corner. Instantly, several men dressed head-to-toe in black dropped to the ground. Their bodies twitched once, then their heads slumped to the side, and they moved no more.
"What, you're not coming out?" Seraphina Ashworth asked coldly, glancing at the men on the ground.
'They really are Death Warriors!' Seraphina's heart sank.
CLAP. CLAP. CLAP. A crisp round of applause echoed from the corner.
