Chapter 94: Western Evil Deity

"You bunch of worthless losers!" Watching as the Blood Fiend Assassins were taken down in an instant, lying all over the floor, dead or seriously wounded at the hands of Gordon Yale, Langston Yale clenched his fists tightly, murder in his eyes and fury in his voice. He lifted his head, his icy glare locking onto Gordon Yale, who was also badly hurt, hatred written all over his face. Then, he roared furiously at the Dixon Reaper, who stood off to the side, looking completely unconcerned, "Dixon,...