Fatal Blow

"Now could you tell us your true motive!" Once he had made up his mind, Jerry would not hesitate and spoke directly to his face.

Meanwhile, Brada could not make Jerry and the others hesitate. To be honest, it did not even matter if they killed him right now.

"What did you say?" Brada did not expect the other party would try to clarify things at this time. After all, the situation they were facing now was extremely dangerous. Logically speaking, they should be united.

If they cleared things now, no matter what the outcome would be, there would be a gap in their hearts. It was not conducive for their survival in this Ghost Swamp.

Cold sweat was dripping down from Brada's forehead. As Jerry's voice fell, whether it was Simmons or Apollo, all of them looked at him with a strange and hostile look.

It seemed that as long as Jerry looked, these people would pounce on him like fierce tigers and tear him into pieces.