Chapter 131

With the hostage no longer restraining him, the brute was now completely free.

Both of his hands were unbound, crimson fury burning in his eyes as they locked onto the boy. His body trembled—like a beast on the verge of charging.

That look reminded Lin Mo of the Maelstrom gang—their cyberpsychotic members who loved replacing their eyes with multi-optic implants that constantly flickered red, like mechanical spiders watching their prey.