467, who is killing my subordinates?

"What boring tricks are you playing?"

When Mercer heard Matthew exclaim, what came to his mind was that the other party was trying to distract his attention to deliver a fatal blow.

So, he even felt he was being mocked.

But the next second.

His complexion suddenly changed, because he felt something extremely strange appear behind him.

Turning his head.

A dry, wrinkled face with a grayish pallor appeared before him.

Completely illogical.

With Mercer wearing a mask, Alvin Dowqui's face was pressed right up against his.

So fast that one couldn't even react.

From feeling its presence to its appearance, not even a second had passed.

Even with Mercer's strong mental fortitude, he was scared out of his wits at this moment, and he quickly stepped back, the Demon Spirit possessing his body swept out a hand to block the corpse of Alvin Dowqui.

For a moment.

The whole highway was presented with an incredibly bizarre situation.