Sitting in front of the bed, gently stroking the unconscious Battle Lord's face, Lin Hai felt a deep pang of heartache.
He had just listened to Po Jun, who had woken up, describe the dire situation at that time.
"Umbrella Emperor!" Lin Hai's mind was completely occupied by the slightly paranoid figure, wrapped in a thick dark red cloth, with a tattered umbrella strapped to his back.
"Umbrella Emperor, this time, I will not show any mercy, you must die!"
Lin Hai's determination was resolute!
He slowly stood up, gazing at the sleeping Battle Lord, Lin Hai felt his anger uncontrollable, ready to explode at any moment.
Before his eyes flashed the memory of when they first met.
It was right after he had left the country, venturing abroad, initially becoming a mercenary.
At that time, he was merely a second-rank expert.
Only by stepping out did he realize that his pride-worthy strength was minuscule in the International Mercenary Circle.
