On the first floor of the hotel, the National Team Brothers leaned together, the entire first floor looked as if a tornado had blown through.
The National Foot Boss held a dark purple treasure chest in his hand. The National Team Brothers weren't opposed to killing; when their lives were threatened, they would also strike at the enemy, lacking any naive sense of justice.
As long as the National Team Brothers believed something wasn't wrong, they would go all out to do it. They just didn't kill the innocent indiscriminately.
The chest in the Boss's hand was Feitan's treasure chest. The blond Feitan died in a very awkward manner, beaten to death by these three jokesters, and the dizzying effect of their hammering was not for show.
"Indeed, the hammer is justice, cough, cough..."
The Boss coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, his chest severely sunken. The Second Brother used what little Mana Value he had to heal him a bit.
