Feeling the pressure being emanated by the head dungeon protector and the hostile gazes of the dungeon protectors around, the elite squad leader’s fragile heart fractured immediately.
Stammering, he quickly spilled out every detail of what transpired without excluding any detail.
“Hmmm, he actually broke the bloodline shackles and became a pugilist, interesting”. Shasha muttered with a smile that was not a smile before turning around, getting ready to go back.
“If you really shot so many times at him, there’s an 80% chance that he would die in the river”. He directed this at the elite agents before pausing a bit.
“But you allowing him to escape is incompetence on your part, I don’t breed s**t stirrers here, I bred fighters”. As soon as she said this, she waved her hand prompting a red
