Outnumbered

On the outskirts of Damascus, outside the abandoned coal mine, a brutal melee was currently taking place.

The members of the Strike Team fought the Holy Blood Sect's members while being outnumbered. Meanwhile, Alfredo simply stood by the side as he looked at the ongoing fight with amusement.

However, this was merely a facade. He was just doing this to give the Strike Team members some semblance of hope. In but a few minutes, he would trample all over them. Moreover, he also needed some sacrifices for his Master's plan.

His attention was only on Bryan. He coldly looked at him with a predatory gaze as he thought, 'You mangled Anthony's head. I'll do the same to you, boy. No, I'll do something much worse.'

Alfredo's lips couldn't help but curl up into a cold smile as he thought of the ways he would inflict pain upon Bryan. He would make sure to torture him before killing him. It would be a mercy to kill him straight away.