Max's eyes narrowed dangerously, his expression icy. He replied in a voice laced with contempt, "I killed June. Who the hell are you in front of her?" His tone was so casual, so dismissive, that it pierced through Raul's heart like a blade.
Raul's face instantly drained of all color, his pupils shrinking as the truth hit him like a physical blow. His entire body began trembling uncontrollably, the oppressive fear in his eyes betraying the arrogance he once carried.
Seeing Raul falter, Max didn't waste the opportunity. He surged forward like lightning, and his fist shot out, wrapped in destructive power. Countless fist shadows fell from the sky like a meteor storm, crashing down on Raul with overwhelming force.
The impact knocked Raul clean out of the air, slamming him into the ground with bone-shattering force. His body convulsed violently as three mouthfuls of blood spurted out of his mouth, painting the ground red.
