Fletcher, feeling braver with his uncle's support, showed no fear. "Yeah, it's me. So what? You're about to die. What can you possibly do to me?"
Although Tobin had withdrawn most of the troops, a dozen heavily armed elite soldiers were still lying in ambush nearby.
These soldiers, each capable of taking on a hundred men, would easily handle a single brute.
"Gabriel Martin, right? Was it you who killed my brother, Wallace King?" Tobin stared at Gabriel, his voice cold.
"It was me," Gabriel replied without hesitation, his eyes fixed firmly on Fletcher.
Tobin stepped forward, his tone icy. "Good, you admit it. Now, slap yourself before my brother's photo and apologize. I'll give you a swift death."
"Apologize?" Gabriel suddenly let out a cold chuckle. "Even your superior, Jeremy Longma
