Chapter 385: What a Waste That Would Be

"No. 41, go kill him!" The silver-haired man spoke and took a step back. No. 41, who had been itching to move, strode toward Travis Jauncy. His own younger brother had died at this man's hands. At last, he had a chance to take revenge himself. He did not bother with words. The moment he closed in, he drove a fist straight at Travis. Frost rimed his knuckles, a bitter chill riding his punch. The air itself seemed to drop several degrees. Boom! His fist slammed down. Yet at that very instant,...