"No survivors," Winters said.
Caman looked at Winters, smiled miserably, and his laughter grew from a chuckle to a loud blast, as if he had heard the funniest joke in history.
Old Schmid and Fuller suddenly felt a chill down their spines.
The laughter abruptly stopped, Caman stood up, and numbly walked towards Fuller and Old Schmid.
Fuller swallowed his saliva: "I won't say a thing."
But Caman, as if he hadn't heard, silently moved closer to Fuller.
Fuller wanted to beg for mercy, but his tongue wouldn't cooperate, overwhelmed with sorrow, he burst into tears.
Crying, Fuller suddenly felt a coldness on his leg, followed by a piercing pain.
Caman directly pulled the sword from Fuller's leg, carelessly wiped the blood on the wound, and then pressed on the wound, reciting in a low voice.
