Chapter 511: The Lost Waters

Darkness surged, and mist swirled. The mercenary with half his head blown off tightly gripped the throat of the old man, Dr. Rolly, his nails digging directly into the flesh! Swish! Dr. Rolly's face twisted in panic. He was terrified, struggling desperately, but as a Western medical doctor, he stood no chance against the mercenary's grip. "What... what do you want? Let me go! Bastard..." Dr. Rolly screamed in horror. On the deck, the others were instantly filled with dread. Wasn't the mercenary...