"The only person I love in my heart at death's door is the pupils of the person I love. So it's this kind of beauty." Rogers sighed as he looked at the blood-stained dagger in his hand. Both his reasoning and emotions told him that this was what he should do. It was just that, for some unknown reason, a sadness actually surged into his heart. In his memory, it seemed that he had once loved this woman.
In the instant that Leonardo died, the battle between him and Brock continued. Mr. Viper's attacks were relentless and bloodthirsty. He was like an unconscious shell, not caring about the wounds on his body at all. From the beginning to now, every move he made was to exchange wounds for injuries. It was a fierce battle.
In addition to these people present, there was always a pair of eyes, c
