No one answered George's question.
In the darkness, members of the Bloodhawk League raised their guns and pulled the triggers without hesitation.
"Tat-a-tat-tat…"
The bullets, like deadly reapers, flew towards the defenseless and powerless mercenaries.
Thud, thud, thud!
Blood spurted in columns, accompanied by desperate and angry cries, turning the entire square into a slaughterhouse in an instant.
What was once an ordinary moonlit night became a blood-soaked night of killing.
The lives of those mercenaries were taken by the raging bullets penetrating their skulls, chests, and torsos. They fell in despair, gradually becoming part of the silence. Although the bullets spared George, he clenched his fists in pain, helplessly watching everything unfold, and finally closed his eyes.
Som
