"You..."
Makar was first shocked, then quickly felt fear.
Pain!
But soon, he came to terms with it.
Makar's pupils slowly dilated.
The person was already dead.
"Mr. Makar, how did you start talking to him?" Harland Martinez had a bad feeling.
On Autumn Name Mountain, he was the sky.
But today, he was humiliated.
This disgrace cannot be swallowed!
Normally, he might have endured it temporarily and gone back to call for reinforcements.
But now, he had a master from the church by his side.
Recently, who hasn't heard of the church's prestige?
Who isn't aware of it?
To dare to provoke people from the church probably means not wanting to live anymore.
"Mr. Makar..." Harland tried to speak again.
"Stop calling."
Iwan gently pushed.
Thud!
Makar directly fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and blood gushed out from his chest like a spring.
Thump thump thump!
Harland was directly scared stiff.
He kept stepping back, his eyes filled only with shock and fear.
