The Invincible Mercenary King (by Matt Watt) novel Chapter 820

Chapter 820

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wow truly wise to crater which country they faced, they had the ability to fight.

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fle dud not care about these enemies in the open

However, the place sentioned by the red–robed messenger made him extremely afraid

Froin has master’s stuttering last night, he could tell that his master was also afraid of that place

Therefore Haylan also wanted to know what that place was

I don’t know ether Todd sand in a trembling voice.

“You don’t know, or you don’t want to tell me? Haylan’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

Todd’s expression was awkward and gloomy. He hurriedly said, ‘I really don’t know!”

All of us are just pawns of the red–robed messenger. He uses our power and connections to constantly collect resources.

“He knows everything about us, but other than the fact that he’s unparalleled in poison and his methods are cruel and brutal, we don’t know anything else.

Belare he met you, he, he never told us about that place”

Haylan suckderdy attacked. His five fingers grabbed Todd’s face like an iron hook. The powerful force crushed Todd’s facial bones “Tell me the truth

1–I’m telling the truth I really don’t know his identity and background, Todd hurriedly said.

Haytan remained silent, but his fingers continued to exert force.

Tould a bones broke inch by inch under his fingers, dripping with blood.

“Don’t destit kill me. I’ll tell you the truth”

Told was in so mach pain that he did not dare to hide it anymore. He hurriedly begged for mercy,

tie telt as if he was locked by the Magic Spell to Restrict the Head and was in so much pain that he wished he was dead.

He know that of this continued, his head might be crushed by Haylan. He could only beg for mercy.

Haytan loosened his fingers slightly

Tve been following the red–robed messenger for ten years. Every year during Halloween, the messenger’s face is always facing one direction, the southeas

Hayden would lykill we the same level as har, from atar. Kalling him would be a piece of cake. He did