Chapter 411 The Skull Killer

• “Let those three in. Bring them down to the lowest level!”
• In a private room on the basement level of the underground fight club, the middle‑aged man called Number One watched the three figures on the CCTV with keen interest. Back when he ran the Skull Mercenary Corps’ Huaya branch and dealt with the Shadow, he’d seen that buzz‑cut guy before. Lucky him—he’d walked right into the lion’s den today.
• That buzz‑cut man he mentioned was, of course, Garrett. Two separate threads, yet tied together by a neat twist of fate.