Kill?
How could Hendrix not understand Walter's meaning? There was a touch of excitement in his eyes, looking at the people in front of him as if they were lambs, the more peculiar, the more strange.
Everyone was shocked, "You can't do this!"
"We've already said everything; please don't kill us."
"We really don't know anything else."
"Please spare us."
...
The crowd begged continuously, but Hendrix shrugged, "I'm sorry, this is the order of the Hall Master. You must die."
Although he was a doctor.
But he was also a warrior, a member of the Dragon Shrine. Deep down, he had the intrinsic factor of battle ingrained in his bones.
With his thoughts settled...
He slowly walked over.
Slaughter!
Officially begun!
Draconia Security Department.
Outside the Draconia Security building!
