Peter looked at the fallen bodies of the Forest Wolf mercenaries around him, feeling as if his scalp was about to explode, filling him with abject horror!
All dead!
And within a mere five minutes, half of the Forest Wolf mercenaries—ranked as the third-largest mercenary group worldwide—had been slaughtered!
Looking at the bodies of his subordinates and then at the four members of the Shadow Group slowly closing in on him, Peter turned deathly pale!
"You can't touch me! I'm the Young Master of the Black Cross Training Camp, and my father is the King of Killers! If you harm a single hair on my head, my father won't let you off!!!"
Peter knew his own capabilities; though he appeared fiercely intimidating to outsiders, his actual strength wasn't superior to even one Forest Wolf mercenary!
Now facing the world's most terrifying combat team, he had already lost all will to resist and could only invoke his father's name to intimidate the opponent!
