บท 1148: Chapter 1142: Golden Blood_1

Osian Torres held an iron chain in his hand, controlling the huge net, his eyes filled with intense excitement, "Sharkman, it really is a Sharkman, and a complete one at that, not a human who got infected in secret."

"All Sharkman Hunters, deserve to die."

The Sharkman's eyes were bloodshot, filled with crimson veins, and with a roar, he began to struggle violently.

The spear in his hand spun rapidly, dancing in the air, trying to slice through the iron net enclosing Osian Torres and his companions.

Unfortunately, the iron net was too sturdy to be cut.

Osian Torres barked an order, "Brothers, get moving!"

"Kill this Sharkman, and we'll have enough for a dowry. Forget luxury cars and villas, even yachts and planes, we'll be able to afford."

"There's a European organization that's willing to pay a price of five hundred million dollars for the corpse of a Sharkman."