“What?” Alfred yelled as he retreated hastily.
Alas, it was too late. The recoil had traveled all around Alfred's body in a swift manner.
His arm hung at his side weakly. Without a doubt, his arm had been broken.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Strange sounds pierced the air as Alfred's clothes burst into pieces as though something had torn them apart.
“No, this is impossible. No way...”
Fear rose in Alfred's gaze. Before he could finish his sentence, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his organs.
Thump!
Alfred fell to the ground weakly—the life sucked out of him. He had died with his eyes wide open.
Having no idea how he died, Alfred didn't know that the recoil had smashed his organs into smithereens.
The four experts shivered in fright at the horrible sight. They couldn't even muster their courage to flee the scene.
Alfred's strange death dealt quite a blow to them. They felt actual pressure landing on their shoulders.
Jared strode over to him and got on his knees. He then twisted Alfred's head off in a violent manner.
Tossing Alfred’s head to the four experts, he announced icily, “Bring the head back and give it to Kane. I have a message for him. Tell him I'll get to Summerbank one day to twist his head off.”
The four men nodded fearfully. They took Alfred's head and fled the scene at once.
Jared turned and glanced at Zeke. “Let's go,” he urged.
Zeke was shocked to the core. At a loss for words, he trudged behind Jared blankly.
It would take a long time before he could digest the previous scene he saw. After all, Jared's action was beyond his comprehension of the world.
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