"Now, I'm going to ask you again. Do you want to surrender, or do you want to see the gates of hell?"
Zephyr stared at the man with a cold gaze, while the man looked back at Zephyr with pure fear in his eyes.
Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, he swallowed hard, and his mouth felt dry. His heart was racing, like it might burst out of his chest at any moment.
He was frozen in his seat, consumed by terror and fear.
The other men in the room were also filled with terror as their legs began to shake as they looked at their companions lying on the floor with throat slit opened blood continuously gushing out which painted the entire floor blood red.
They didn't even know what happened, their companions who were laughing together a moment ago with them are now lying in the floor completely dead in the next second.
They looked at Zephyr with terror, they didn't expect this nameless intruder to be so strong and ruthless as well.
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