With the reinforcement's arrival, Ahern quickly turned the tide, killing Alger's black-clad men and driving them back.
"Ah!"
Ahern personally neutralized the last black-clad man, inching closer to Alger.
"Do you prefer to do it yourself or should I handle you?" Ahern's words were laced with a chilling killing aura, reminiscent of the deadly figure he used to be.
However, Alger remained utterly unperturbed, as if he considered all this a mere farce by Ahern.
Alger shed his fur coat, revealing muscular physique underneath his tight outfit, and grinned at Ahern, "To miss an opportunity to experience the expertise of the Living Hell in this life, would certainly be a regretful matter."
"Is that so? Then I will accommodate your request!" Ahern rubbed his joints, raised his machete, and stormed directly at Alger.
The relatively blunt machete scraped violently against the marble floor, sparks flying and bringing an added layer of terror to the threatening scene.
