Rusty Dragon

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

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At the moment the armed bodyguard charged into the ward, Billder, who lay on the hospital bed, broke free from his restraints.


The specially made 'restraint straps' snapped one by one.


Billder rolled out of bed, grabbed the bedhead with his hand, and with a fierce heave—


The steel frame bed, which was originally riveted to the floor and fused completely with it, yanked up a large chunk of flooring and tumbled, slamming into the bodyguard.


A muffled sound filled with the noise of bones breaking and tendons snapping.


The bodyguard, with his chest caved in by the steel frame bed and spitting blood, had a dimming gaze; it was obvious he wouldn't survive.


Billder picked up the gun that had fallen to the floor and charged out.


The stunned assistant hadn't even reacted when the gun was already pointed at his forehead.


Chapter 12 Is that it?