In Roxey's eyes, Zakro was already no different from a dead man—even if the latter was completely unaware of it!
Watching Roxey pressing forward step by step, Zakro's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He had played all his cards, yet this was the result!
This was probably the first time in his life he felt the helplessness of being unable to defeat his opponent, alongside the fear of being utterly cornered.
Even when he was a general of the Red Flame Legion, risking his life on the front lines, no one had ever pushed him to this extent...
No matter what, he must get out of here!
Zakro's pupils contracted slightly, his eyes flickering madly, and a thought instantly flashed through his mind—
Luo Yan!
That guy is still in the Lord's Mansion!
If he could capture Luo Yan, he might be able to counter Roxey, even forcing him to abandon the chase!
