Chapter 184 Wipeout

Jate's figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Johnson. As their gazes met. Johnson's heart trembled. It was like staring into a deep, dark abyss, and inexplicably that he felt exceedingly small.

There was shock and terror on his face as he asked. "Just who are you?"

Jate's reply was icy. "You don't deserve to know. A criminal like you dying by my hand is already a great honor!"

As the words parted his lips, his left hand shot out to grab Johnson's throat as if the other man weighed nothing. He lifted him off his feet easily. Before Johnson could struggle, Jate's fingers tightened and with a loud crack, he crashed his neck.

Flinging the dead body away, Jate turned around with narrowed eyes to look at the battlefield behind him. The floor of the eagle castle was littered with more than four hundred dead or injured. All of them were Johnson's men.

Already Ricardo Maslow and his team's murderous rampage. Johnson's remaining man lost the will to fight as the