Death Notice

“Boom!” A brilliant flame burst forth on the computer screen, then the entire picture shook violently.

The ground where the basement was located trembled fiercely, and dust danced like a roaring dragon, filling the entire underground floor. The large bluestone walls wrapped in a layer of iron twisted and deformed. Fortunately, the prison cell was exceptionally sturdy and did not completely collapse in this explosion. Even the surveillance camera that Qin Lun had flicked into the corner of the outer wall was not damaged.

Of course, this was also because Qin Lun had not used too much explosive. Back at the Auction Building, he had already discovered that a small amount of explosive could not cause much harm to the Troupe members. This trap was not intended to kill these Troupe members with explosives.

The smoke in the basement slowly cleared. The medical bed where Uvogin had been lying was long gone. The man, once as strong as a lion, was blown into pieces by the explosives inside him. Bits of flesh and dirty blood formed extremely bloody abstract paintings on the twisted walls, making anyone who saw them feel sick.

“Whoosh!” Six blurry figures shook off the dust from their bodies and stood up from the pile of rubble.

“Uvogin!” Nobunaga’s eyes looked vacant as he removed a piece of flesh stuck to his arm. Seeing his former companion in this state was somewhat hard for this swordsman from Meteor Street to accept.

“Bastard!” Finkes snarled, clenching his fists and shouting. His eyes suddenly shifted, and his figure disappeared from the spot, throwing a punch towards Dalzollene, who had just gotten up at the back.

“Finkes, keep him alive!” Machi called out calmly.

“Crack!” Dalzollene was greatly alarmed. He barely had time to cross his arms in front of his chest before Finkes’s punch sent him flying.