Chapter 109: The Contract
"I'd rather die than be your lapdog!"
The Brutalist spits on the rugged ground.
The entire inner yard of the Police Headquarters is ruined. Most of the ground is either broken or cracked.
Holes lie everywhere, leading to the deep city sewer.
Fleeting gunshots can still be heard from under there. Sebastian is still working hard to deal with those corrupt cops that fell down.
Blaze looks at the muscular body of the Brutalist, he lowers the Lantern a bit and shares a creepy, much wider than usual smile.
"But you're already dead, my friend. Don't misunderstand."
The Brutalist's expression darkens. He clenches his fist hard.
The Runner is looking down on his body, checking it while thinking about something at the same time.
The Harpist grabs the Crimson's hand tightly, those worried eyes stare at him with great panic.
The Swordmaster gulps, conflicted inside on what he should choose.
The Crimson pats the Harpist gently to calm her down.
