A deathly silence descended as Marcus' slowly got up, and wiped away the blood from his mouth, his scarf already undone to reveal a strikingly handsome face which looked a bit pale.
Nathasia stared at Marcus as if she lost her breath. In fact, not only her but everyone else was petrified seeing the face they all were familiar...a face the whole world was familiar with.
In fact, there would hardly be a soul in the world who was not familiar with this face.
"Marcus…" Nathasia mumbled in disbelief while the air in the room felt like it had plunged into a cold abyss, making everyone's hair stand on its ends.
Marcus walked forward towards the shocked Reinhard, lifted his leg, and brought it down upon his face, crushing it into paste easily.
"Aaahh!!" Nathasia was scared, seeing flesh being flattened like clay and blood being splattered. In fact, some got onto her clothes.
