Frank Anderson's face couldn't help but change slightly, but it was only momentary.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed to the north and sighed softly, "Steven Anderson, you really are ruthless enough..."
"Anything else to say?" Mr. Hill said casually.
Frank Anderson's face didn't show any fear, as he had only managed to survive by a hair's breadth, so he appeared calm and composed.
"Exchange my life for his life," Frank Anderson said, pointing to me on the ground.
Mr. Hill sneered, "Can't you understand human language? Mr. Anderson says both of you must die!"
The moment his words fell, Mr. Hill's hand suddenly shot out, grabbing Frank Anderson's throat!
The immense force made it difficult for Frank Anderson to breathe!
His entire face turned red, and his neck was nearly twisted off!
"Go to hell!" Craziness flickered in Mr. Hill's eyes!
At that moment, a sword suddenly chopped down!
The sword light flashed, and Mr. Hill's arm was severed!
