"You pieces of trash, go die! Without Laozi, what are you worth? Die, just die cleanly for me!" Max Dorrell became angrier the more he thought about it and, overwhelmed with rage, he cursed loudly. If possible, he wished he could personally take action right then and kill that bastard, the God of Night Assassins, to vent the anger in his heart!
No, he couldn't swallow this feeling. No matter what, he had to kill the God of Night Assassins. If he didn't kill him, Max Dorrell felt he would die of rage. Moreover, the consequences of this matter were extremely severe. If the Business Alliance found out that the God of Night Assassins, along with the powerful force of the Dark Demons, had defected and were out of control, he would be implicated too. By then, even if he had an explanation, he wouldn't be able to clear things up.
Just then, Max Dorrell's phone rang again. He saw that the caller ID showed it was Jack; he had no choice but to suppress his fury and answered Jack's call.