Chapter 161 Blood On The Wind

• Hendrick sat slumped in the chair, barely able to hold himself up. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his mind was still trying to process what had just happened, even though he knew very well what he had just faced.
• He coughed violently, his throat sore and his eyes closing.
• He felt like he was either about to faint or go meet his maker when a sharp, brutal slap landed across his face, snapping his head to the side from the force.