Chapter 920: A call for retreat
[Within the Dragon’s Den]
The sound of flesh squirting resonated in one of the rooms in the mansion. Blood continuously splashed to the floor and Primo’s face.
"You shitty shit old shitty man!" Primo cursed through his gritted teeth, launching another punch to the old man’s already mangled face. "How dare you talk about my family so lightly? I’m going to kill you!"
Sitting on top of the unmoving body of the old man, Primo launched continuous punches into the old man’s face. His knuckles were already coated with thick, fresh blood as the old man’s head started to shatter. However, Primo didn’t show any sign of stopping. It was as though he wouldn’t stop even if he pulverized the elder’s skull.
"I’ll make you regret confronting me and even mentioning their names!" he roared as more and more blood splashed on his face. "You want to reminisce about your old friend, right? Then just reunite with him in hell!"
Primo went on and on, even if it was obvious the old man was already gone. As he did so, he started laughing as his punches turned even more aggressive and his smile appeared creepier, like a madman.
"Haha! Die! Die! Die! You and then Dimitri! All of you are shit and deserve to die!" As his fist landed on the crushed head, Primo suddenly stopped as he heard this explosion somewhere in the area.
"Huh?" He blinked as his eyes slowly regained life. When he gazed down, only then did he realize the old man’s head was already in pieces. But alas, he didn’t feel any remorse for the old man’s fate, as this person deserved a gruesome ending.
"Right..." A deep breath slipped past his mouth, getting off the old man’s body, and then trod towards the window. "Hera. She almost slipped my mind."