He was the major general Michael and the underground king Hades.
The moment he walked out of the prison, the whole world trembled.
He bored a blood vendetta. Those who killed my parents and bullied my woman should be killed.
Blood dyed the ground red. I, Michael, wound definitely became an immortal legend.

The God of War Was in the City

"Michael, don't kill anyone." Stella said immediately.


She was worried that Michael might kill someone.


"I know. Don't worry. I won't really kill him." Michael replied with a smile. Then he smashed the young man to the ground.


The young man spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his internal organs were injured to all degrees.


"Don't kill me. I don't want to die." The young man pleaded.


"You don't want to die, but you want to kill me. Bro, you think too well." Michael's face was cold. Then he stepped on the young man's thigh and broke it.


"And then to this foot." Michael continued to step on the other leg of the young man.


Then the young man couldn't bear the pain and fainted.


Michael finished his work and called Cobra.


"Hello, boss, what's wrong?" Cobra quickly answered the phone and asked.


"Send some people here to deal with one person."


Chapter 40 Cripple Him Directly