Chapter 394: The Glory of the Deserters_4

It was too far away.

Then a foot stepped on his back, sending him flying, the cracking sound of breaking bones brought a heavy sense of powerlessness.

After that, he couldn't even turn around to question the attacker, as his hair was grabbed from the back of his head, and his skull lifted entirely, exposing his throat.

A sharp knife slit his throat.

Without any mercy!

A sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body, and then he died.

"You shouldn't have lied to me," Fuller muttered to himself, looking at his friend's body.

He tossed the body into a mound of sand nearby.

"It won't be until sunrise that someone will know I might be here."

His friend had fulfilled his promise, but it cost him his life.