"I must kill Yan Luo!"
Svein roared, clutching his severed arm, then coughed violently twice.
If the secret compartment's opening weren't so small, preventing Yan Luo from planting a larger bomb inside, he would have been blown to pieces.
Even so, Svein still had half of his arm blown to bits, inevitably leading to bacterial infection.
Svein had already begun to run a slight fever, his mind foggy, but even so, he needed to gather his team to discuss the matter of hunting down Yan Luo.
The item their boss wanted was likely in Yan Luo's hands, and to acquire it, they first needed to deal with Yan Luo.
Svein harbored a deep hatred for Yan Luo; all he wanted now was to set out, catch up with Yan Luo, and kill him.
For a Hunter, losing their dominant hand was even more tormenting than death itself.
