Thunder Dragon had experienced many things in his life.
He had once spent three days and nights with corpses, and had also dined on human flesh and wine with a murder-crazed lunatic, chatting about all sorts of things...
He thought he had seen it all and could face anything with composure.
But what happened tonight still exceeded his imagination.
Watching the intruder, whose martial arts didn't look anything like martial arts, kill the last Ming Kun, he gave a wry smile and tossed away his flintlock gun. "Friend, I, Thunder Dragon, admit defeat. What exactly do you want?"
"Nothing much, just for you to die," sighed Aaron. "One of your men messed with someone close to me... To prevent this trouble from growing bigger and eventually dragging me in, I chose to strike first and eliminate all the sources!"
Thunder Dragon instantly felt so frustrated that he wanted to spit blood.
