Chapter 178
It was not that Oliver was looking at the man's aged face, but at what he had in his hands.
In his right hand was Alphonso, who was being dragged by his neck, and in his left hand was Amber, who was being dragged along by her hair.
Oliver's heart sank, his mind racing as he took in their brutalized forms. Oliver's pupils shook slightly as his heart raced faster and faster with every passing second, looking at their state.
They were riddled with deep wounds all over their bodies. Their hands and legs were covered in purple bruises, and Alphonso's face was almost ruined with deep gashes.
Alphonso was unconscious while Amber was letting out pitiful sobs, being dragged along by the man who held her by her hair tightly.
The man, looking at Oliver's face, grinned as he stretched his hand, pulling Amber's hair more tightly, making her cry out loud.
