Chương 150: St. Peter Isn't the only Sage

"Hahaha!" When Aliba saw the row of heads on his screen, he couldn't restrain his delight and finally burst into laughter. He never imagined that the bloodied severed heads of his hated enemies, who impeded him at every opportunity all these years, could be such a pleasing sight to behold.

"How many more targets are there?" He rapped his table, turning to his pale and nervous vice-chief, "Not many, right?"

The vice-chief hastily pulled out a list and whispered a few words to him.

On the other end of the screen, the Posthumans stood covered in blood. There was a heavy atmosphere in the air and when they occasionally looked at each other, they would notice the anxiety on each other's faces.