Charlie Street

Barso's dry face started to look twisted.

It became uglier than ever under the stimulation of pain and killing intent, but he did not panic because of the pain.

"Kill me and Pierre and the others will die!"

Barso raised his tone while withstanding the pain from his skull.

The words were not meant for Kieran, of course, but for Herbert behind him.

Barso clearly knew who among the three individuals before him could control his life and death.

"Dear Sir Herbert, surely it doesn't mean that you will give up your friend and students, right?"

Barso hastened his words when he felt another dense killing intent erupting from Kieran.

The disappointing fact was, Herbert didn't react to his words, while Kieran was blocking his view. He couldn't see what Herbert's condition was and what expression was hanging over his face; it made the ugly man anxious.

He knew the control of the situation was slipping away from his grasp.