"You guys tell us yourselves, if you don't want to talk, the night is long, and I've got plenty of time to persuade you."
The lead man was slinging his left arm and bowing at the waist with blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The power behind Carson Flores's sweeping leg kick just now was incredibly strong. If he weren't a Cultivator, that kick probably would have finished him off.
These words were initially his, but now coming from Carson Flores's mouth, they seemed supremely ironic.
A few minutes ago, they were the hunters, and Carson Flores was the prey. Now, Carson Flores was the butcher, and they were the lambs awaiting slaughter.
