Chapter 310: A Bead of Cold Sweat

That heroic figure was none other than Bruce Yale. He rushed to the foot of the main peak and struck out with several rapid palm blows. Boom, boom, boom! The black-clad fighters' bodies burst apart on the spot, blooming into thick clouds of blood mist. "Mmph, mmph, mmph!" Dante Showyer, trussed up like a dumpling, saw Bruce Yale appear and thrashed in place with frantic excitement. He tried to speak, but the gag turned everything into muffled noise. Bruce Yale yanked the sock from Dante's mouth,...