“Anyone else courting death today?”
Nathan's cold voice rang out and jolted the crowd back to their senses.
Shae and Bobby looked livid. Their men glanced nervously around.
“Hurry!”
“Hurry!”
A storm of footsteps approached. They belonged to a large crowd of men clad in black.
The Death Reapers sensed that something was wrong and arrived to assist.
Including them, the men that surrounded
Nathan now numbered to the hundreds and were armed with as many variations of weapons.
There were daggers, brass knuckles, butterfly knives, batons, and some of them even had pistols!
Shae watched the Death Reapers as they fanned out and had Nathan heavily surrounded. She sighed with relief, a smile once again played around her lips.
“Very good!” Shae laughed and applauded. “Aptly named God of War. You fight very well.
However, we are at the headquarters of the organization known as the Death Reaper Group.”
“Do you think you can defeat several hundred masters? Do you think you can survive a bullet?”
“Looks like you're prepared to go all out,” Nathan said indifferently. “Pardon me for executing you all on the spot.”
“And you have the cheek to talk like that before your death,” Shae said.
Penny looked on in panic.
Shae smiled as she saw that. “Penny, I'll ask you once more. Are you willing to divulge the secret? If you choose to remain silent, you will watch your husband die under my blades and bullets.”
“Im telling you the truth, I have never met the Chief Military Governor!” Tears fell down Penny's cheeks. “Please let my husband go,” she sobbed.
“You leave me no choice!” Shae snarled. “Say goodbye to your husband! Bobby, do it!”
“Fellow Death Reapers,” Bobby bellowed, “All of you shall advance together. There are no rules. A hundred million on his head, the one who ends his life will get half the prize money for himself.”
“Kill!” Bobby roared.
The assassins advanced on Nathan like starving lions. All of them were driven mad with the prospect of wealth and glory.
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