"Trent Marsh?" Isaak Ridge's heart tightened as he swiftly assumed a defensive stance.
"Damn it, the strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain, Raymond Anderson betrayed us."
Recalling the phone he picked up under the tree earlier and Raymond Anderson's recent call, Isaak Ridge immediately understood what had happened.
He, always cautious, had fallen here.
"No wonder it's Trent Marsh, he actually dared to counterattack, leaving my master's station in complete ruin." He gave a thumbs up and sneered, "Where's the traitor?"
"Under your feet." Trent Marsh pointed at the headless corpse on the ground, smiled and said, "See it? This is the fate. As my brother Julius Reed would say, for someone as foolish as you, only death can change you!"
Before his voice fells silent, Trent Marsh's right hand reached forward, and the blade glinted coldly!
Clang!
Isaak Ridge hastily retreated, his shotgun cut in two, leaving a bloodied scar on his face.
