Chapter 850: “Werewolf” brothers

"So eager, huh? All of you want me dead?" Godber lazily brushed his bangs aside, his eyes losing their indolence, replaced by a fierce gleam.

He beckoned them with a finger.

"Come on, first come, first served."

"Fox" licked his lips, "Then let me start!"

He quickly closed in, hidden poisoned needles ready to strike Godber during a feigned attack.

But as he moved, a blur passed before his eyes.

"Fox" paused, unable to react before feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen.

He crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, unable to rise.

The onlookers were stunned.

Carl's expression shifted slightly.

A dark glint passed through his eyes.

Among Yosef's secret guards, Godber was the one he knew the least about. He had assumed that as guards, their abilities would be fairly close...

Now, it seemed he had underestimated that Godber.

Beside him, Isolde bent down and whispered, “Boss, this Godber