Chapter 1157: How Could Such a Hero Die in Vain?

As soon as he finished speaking, Lionel Showyer coughed up a mouthful of blood. His eyes bulged, and every muscle in his body tensed. In a panic, he seized Justin Joslin's hand. "You... mustn't go after... Fabian Picton... for revenge. You're... no match... for him!" Lionel's injuries had worsened. Even speaking took tremendous effort, and his breathing had grown faint. Justin said nothing. His eyes glistened, their rims bloodshot, as hatred swallowed him whole. "Promise... your master..." Lionel...