Chapter 12: Assassins sent by the Clarks
He turned and raised his other leg once more to strike and destroy the staggering, headless corpse with a single kick. Although he was strong, this time, he faced numerous bones and the resistance of an item, so he simply managed to break the bones and send the body flying.
But Elliot didn't care; that man was already dead.
'Next.'
His predatory gaze locked onto his next target—another assassin that was closing in.
Those dangerous eyes zoomed on his neck, and the next instant, he lunged forward, seizing the man's head before smashing it into the rocky ground.
CRACK!
Blood exploded outward as the skull caved in, and the whole body was crushed on the rocky ground, leaving a crimson puddle beneath him.
Elliot at the pool of blood, his expression cold.
'Maybe I'm not the best of sons, father... mother.'
His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but his body never stopped moving.
They had come here believing he was the prey.