Chapter 52: Storming the Southern Camp Alone

Brock Yale walked out of the hospital. "Woo!" A sedan with military plates screeched to a stop right in front of him. Several burly men in plain clothes stepped out. Their hair was cut to the scalp, their presence heavy. Even the way they walked carried a cold, killing edge. Brock Yale knew at once these weren't ordinary men. "You're from the Southern Camp?" The man in front smiled. "Sharp. The Onyxle War God wants to see you." "Fine." Brock Yale nodded. No one needed to shove him. He got...