"I say, you're a waste!"
The skinny man finished speaking, and everyone burst into laughter.
In their eyes, killing Merrill Caldwell was as easy as using an ox knife to kill a chicken, a piece of cake.
It wasn't worth much attention at all.
Moreover, the Vanguard Camp's nature has always been ostentatious.
They killed whoever they wanted; no one could control the Vanguard Camp except Silvio Reed.
"You hillbillies, do you know what this place is? This is Kunlun Mountain!" The man snorted disdainfully, "I'm from the Martin Family on Boulevard. Remember my face, so you can report it to the King of Hell later."
He waved his hand: "Kill them."
"Yes!"
Several Grandmasters behind the man quickly acted.
But within a matter of seconds,
all three Grandmasters lay in the snow.
Blood stained the white snow red.
Each Grandmaster had knife marks on their necks!
Killed with a single strike!
