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He longed to flay and devour Lionel Yeager alive.
But thinking of Lionel Yeager's strength, he could only hold back his anger for the time being.
Once his men arrived, he would torture this kid to death.
It took less than fifteen minutes for them to arrive.
"Mr. Anthony, we're here!"
A hoarse voice came through.
The people looked up.
They saw a group of black-clothed men walking in.
Leading them was a middle-aged man with a slim and tall figure, wearing a black coat and chestnut curled hair.
Lionel Yeager noticed that the complexions of these men were an abnormal shade of pale.
Moreover, he felt their aura was somehow familiar.
Could it be them?
"Mr. Mercedro, you've finally arrived!"
Mr. Anthony hurried over, his eyes filled with respect as he looked at the middle-aged Caucasian man.
Mercedro nodded, asking, "Mr. Anthony, who hit you?"
"It's this kid!"
Anthony pointed at Lionel Yeager, "Not only did this kid hit me, but he also hit my men!
