Hearing the loud shout, all of them hurriedly took out their weapons, pointing at Alexander glintly. Their faces were malicious and vicious, looking at him filled with hatred.
"Why did you kill all of my companions? Have we, the Wicked Talons, done something to offend you?" The man in the center, who was carrying a sword, bellowed.
He did not know why a mysterious person had come to massacre his group of bandits that he managed. He had always been cautious and never offended those who are not to be offended.
In front of him, he could feel that it must be a warrior since he had already massacred his members without even sweating. The hair all over him stood on end, the others were also not exempted.
Even though Alexander was just standing still without moving, the bloodlust surged like a killing wave washing over them.
They felt that they were in hell just by looking at his red eyes, visible from the black robe.
