William had died.
Ray was pissed because he was one of the most competent helpers he had.
It was William who controlled all the chess pieces in the northern city.
Over the past half-month, Ray had wanted to eradicate all the trash from the Red Dragon Gang, but Brenda's appearance made him focus all his efforts on her.
Looking through all the records of the world's myriad races, his attention was finally caught by the words "Fur-Tailed Race."
Ray smiled.
His smile was rather ugly-looking. The wrinkles on his face all folded like a hundred-year-old man, capable of making any little kid cry right away.
Brenda's big eyes trembled a bit and the doll in her hands was clenched a bit tighter. Her body faintly retreated a step while moisture gathered in her eyes. She then mumbled: "Maxwell, where are you? Brenda is really scared."
Her little mouth formed a slight pout.
