Chapter 2221 Please Spare My Life
- Looking at the severely injured Randall, Nathan unsympathetically remarked, “You've lost. What else do you have to say?”
- As though he had aged tremendously, Randall held his head low as he said, “What more could I say after I've lost to you? I'll admit defeat and accept any form of treatment you'll like to do to me.”
- Nathan nodded. “Great! Dismiss your subordinates now. I'll get this place razed to the ground too. The southern division of the Blackwell clan ceased to exist from today onward. Tell your Master that those in charge of the various divisions aren't allowed to call themselves a Marshal. Also, ask him to have stricter control over his disciples. Or else, I wouldn't mind doing the same to the rest of your divisions or perhaps, even the headquarters.”