Chapter 380: Allah Anla (2-in-1, Please Subscribe!!!)

Two hours earlier, at midnight.

Under the night sky, Jerusalem was lit up with speckles of light, resembling a cluster of brocade amidst the vast sea of sand. To the south of the city in the sandy lands, a "trading caravan" was encamped.

Big Beard sat on a blanket, with wine in his left hand and jerky in his right, eating and drinking alternately, his expression dark. A severed index finger hung around his neck, resembling the limb of a mummified corpse.

Pain throbbed faintly in his left index finger, which had not fully healed yet. Now, he could only wield a knife with his right hand. Fortunately, his dominant hand was his right, so he wasn't completely incapacitated.

The injury that the woman had inflicted upon him was unforgettable, and he was determined to seek revenge!

"Mr. Simon, when do we make our move?"

Having finished the jerky in his hand, Big Beard asked the figure standing in the center of the sandy ground ahead, constantly gazing at Jerusalem, "I can hardly wait!"