Chapter 90
Alex stood up abruptly, the Deathfrost Bloom vanishing into thin air. He looked down at the pathetic heap of a man with an expression of pure indifference.
He knew that at the current level he was, he could kill every single member of this gang though not without some minor hiccups that is.
His raw physical prowess and ice based ability made him extremely lethal in both shadows and open confrontation.
And even small time guns were sort of manageable now, but submachine guns and the other big boys were still a bit of a problem for now.
Though even if things did manage to get messy, he had the body recovery water to patch himself up.
But first things first, if he wanted to find out who was responsible for this attack, then he had to meet the boss of the Black Mambas, personally.
"Will you stop crying. It's honestly pathetic," Alex commanded. The leader's incessant sobbing had honestly gotten really annoying at this point.
