There was a scream as the kid with the cheap mouth was given an electric shock.
Luke had no choice.
These mercenaries were neither Kincaid nor Roussel, and wouldn't tolerate Michael's foul mouth.
"Now, tell me, where did Kincaid go? I'll count to three…"
Michael's mouth moved quickly. "Wait, wait. Are you a vampire? Look at your pale face and red lips…"
The executioner who was in the middle of saying "One" subconsciously paused for a moment, before he called out, "Two."
Michael quickly said, "I'll talk, I'll talk. He's right behind you, I swear! See? Scouts' honor… ah~".
The executioner impatiently pressed the electric prod to Michael's body again. "Who are you kidding? Do you think I'll believe you?"
A rope quietly fell from above to swiftly wrap around the executioner several times.
