"Indeed the Overlord!"
Adam Martin sat on the edge of the bed, pulling out a packet of cigarettes from Jay King's embrace.
Cigarettes stained with fresh blood.
He silently lit one.
Hiss...
"Cough... cough..."
He shook his head and extinguished the cigarette butt.
Such toys damage the lungs, not good.
After killing the man, he should return to Azure Mountain to report.
Every time he thought of the slap that Nelson had swung at him, Adam felt incredibly frustrated.
Huh.
Women.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.
When the platoon of bodyguards received the news and rushed over, they were all stunned at the scene before them.
All that remained of Jay King's body was a torso.
Kneeling on the bed.
The fresh blood, dyeing the sheets red.
"The head... where is the head..."
Some were already too panicked to speak.
"Under your feet."
Adam Martin picked up a knife and sighed.
"Young... young master..."
The bodyguards were in a daze.