Blood splattered on the floor as Russell cut off the filthy mouth of Reinhardt, who reflexively reached out for his mouth that was excessively bleeding, unable to cry out with the excruciating pain that he was currently feeling.
Freya thought about how quickly his older brother moved, but upon recalling the words that were to come out of Reinhardt, her emotions turned livid as she recalled the tragic past that her family went through.
Bam-!
Freya kicked Reinhardt, causing him to fly across the rectangular long glass table, making the delicious delicacies that were placed atop it splattered.
The pieces of furniture broke, but due to their Trait: Nihility, the two guards that escorted them didn't hear any commotion inside the VIP Room.
Freya looked at her older brother who was walking menacingly towards the slumped-down Reinhardt, but her expression was similar to his; indifferent.
"Hey, extra. Do you know what's the purpose of Health Points that we, players have?"
