At this moment, Samuel was completely lost in a state of extreme craziness.
All he could think about was to have White Mitchell killed, to have him die a terrible death!
Not only White Mitchell, but everyone associated with him had to die. He wanted to dig up the ancestors of White Mitchell's for eighteen generations and flog their corpses. Flog their corpses!!!
Only by doing so could he vent out the hatred in his heart!
With this thought, Samuel crazily roared at the twenty or thirty Martial Arts Soldiers standing below, his face twisted with ferociousness, "What are you fucking waiting for? Get moving!
"Are the guns in your hands just fire pokers? Hurry up! Kill this bastard! Kill him! I want him to suffer a terrible death!!!
"Fast! Fast! Fast!!!"
Samuel, with his mouth covered in blood, contorted his face due to the pain.
He knew he had been completely defeated by White Mitchell and couldn't summon any strength from within.
"Half-step War King! Damn Half-step War King!"