"Sir, a bowl of herbal tea, please!"At a roadside stall, Alexander sat down at a tea stand under a large tree. A faint sandalwood scent wafted over, adding a touch of antiquity to the air for no apparent reason.In just half a day, he had demolished four branches of the Scorpion Gang with frighteni
The cold-blooded massacre in the town of Scorpion Gang left over 100 dead and the rest fleeing, disappearing without a trace. Cannon fodder was all they amounted to."How ruthless to kill even the lackeys," Alexander straightened up, his tone dripping with sarcasm."Heh, you're next," came the retor
In the Blue Sky Mansion, sprawling across hundreds of acres, lay orchards and architectural marvels nestled against the mountains, boasting breathtaking scenery. It was here that the headquarters of Scorpion Gang resided.At the entrance, a dozen guards stood watch, all ordinary people."Halt! Priva
After entering the estate, Alexander swiftly took to his tasks, slicing and dicing through his enemies with unparalleled skill.The disciples of the Scorpion Gang were utterly powerless to stop him, finding themselves in a state of panicked retreat.Before long, Alexander reached the foot of the mou
"Bullsh*t, everyone knows how to brag," thought the old leader. He believed his opponent had used all their tricks but was just bluffing. However, he still had an important card up his sleeve: the merging of man and parasite.With a flicker of thought, the elderly leader swiftly summoned a scorpion
Sheila's ruthlessness was merely a facade for others."I have no reason to kill you. I'm just looking for someone," Alexander refrained from violence.He was the guardian of Wyverna, too preoccupied to bother with the trivialities of Grimalkin."Do you find it beneath you to dirty your hands with my
With a sharp exhale, Mister Trent's breath quickened. His entire body trembled with fury, yet he dared not make a move.After a moment of hesitation, with no action from the other party, Alexander interjected, "Speak up. How much does she owe you? I'll settle it."With those words, the tension in th
"Damn it!" Marcel’s frustration was palpable as he gave up his sword, choosing his dagger as a last line of defense instead.Meanwhile, Sancho's grip proved unexpectedly formidable, overpowering Marcel's weapon in the fight. Marcel’s advantage slipped away, and his defeat was only a matter of time.