Molmo's eyes were bloodshot. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were bulging.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his nails dug into his flesh, causing blood to flow out.
"This damned red dragon killed my father!"
At this moment, there were people who wanted to come out and persuade Molmo, but when the words were about to reach their mouths, they choked.
Molmo's face was ferocious. Although his father had treated him badly, when he heard the news of his father's death, Molmo still lost control.
He constantly slammed his fists into the ground. He could not care less about the blood flowing out of his hands.
The only thoughts in his mind was that of revenge. Aside from that, he wanted nothing else.
"Mr. Osse."
Molmo suddenly turned his head and looked at Osse of the Kakadores family.
His voice was slightly trembling.
"What?"
Osse frowned and asked in confusion.
