As Troy Cowell's words fell, all the thugs began to move.
Of course, just as the thugs sprang into action, the Whitehill guards who had been entangled with them, as well as the international police led by Mark, also moved into action.
Under such perilous weather that could claim lives at any moment, the battle resumed once more.
While these people fought fiercely, the storm intensified, and the tornado raged on.
The sound of the tornado grew louder, as if a dozen military jets were circling above everyone's heads.
And as the tornado ravaged on, the surrounding pressure grew stronger, making it almost impossible for anyone to breathe.
All the fights were once again forced to a halt.
In the next second after the battle was forced to stop, one by one... more and more people were sucked into the tornado, including Mark himself.
Within the black, rapidly spinning tornado, Mark found it hard to breathe, and his body felt as if it was being torn apart by an invisible giant hand.
