Braydon Neal glanced over indifferently and smiled lightly.
In front of him, who could escape?
Wilhelm Thompson kneeled on the ground, forgetting the pain in his knees. He slowly closed his eyes, knowing that the moment the ten young men turned around and fled…
The outcome was death.
If Braydon did not want to let them go, no one could save them.
It had already been witnessed in the capital; the person Braydon wanted to kill would never be able to escape.
Even if Duke Lowe came forward, it would be useless!
Braydon raised his hand and plucked thirteen green leaves for the dozen or so people who were trying to escape.
Whoosh...
The green leaves were extremely fast, like throwing knives.
It was his signature move of using leaves to hurt people.
All thirteen of them had their backs pierced by the green leaves and were all seriously injured.
