"Young master!"
Outside the banquet hall doors.
The battle between Virel and Anya against Emilio was actually nearing its end.
Though Emilio was second to none as the Destruction God and a seasoned fighter, Anya and Virel were no pushovers either. Two against one, they eventually defeated him.
Now, Emilio's body was riddled with bullet holes and knife wounds.
As he was dying, he slowly lifted his head to see Sandro overpowering Ethan, yet he still managed a slight smile.
"Oh, Emilio, I'm sorry, I can't spare a hand. You'll just have to die begrudgingly, but I'll avenge you."
To this loyal subordinate, Sandro seemed to have no emotion, his words sounding casually indifferent.
At that moment, Anya and Virel's attack had already arrived.
They intended to shoot first but discovered their guns misfired, immediately switching to close combat.
Anya's dagger and Virel's prosthesis reached Sandro's face.
