Chapter 393
"You shocked? Well, don't be. We were ordered to bring you back dead or alive, and by the looks of things, you'll be better off dead," the man said as he twisted the spear, and then—
"ARGHHH!" Grey screamed at the top of his lungs. The spear seared through his stomach, piercing deeper, drawing blood and agony as he collapsed to his knees, gasping in pain.
"What can you do now, you terrorist?" the spear-wielder sneered, a vicious grin on his face.
But before he could taunt any further, something slammed into his face with tremendous force, sending him flying across the room. He crashed into the wall, and deep fissures instantly spread across it from the impact.
"I know he's too weak to do anything, so I'm here to help," Finral said, stepping in front of Grey. The men surrounding Grey tensed, drawing their weapons and glaring at Finral with guarded expressions.
