Moonlight poured down like a clear pool of silver water, quietly blanketing the Monster Mountain Range in a thin, dreamlike veil of cold silver light. The rolling mountains stood like sleeping ancient beasts, radiating an aura of majestic and mysterious power. In the chilly moonlight, the mountain range was exceptionally tranquil, yet hinted at an indescribable unease, as if countless mysterious stories were about to unfold in the deep darkness. Tonight, this small mountain ravine was destined to be sleepless, the gears of fate turning quietly in the silence.
Scarface stared wide-eyed, a blaze seemingly burning in his gaze. His facial features were heavily distorted by extreme anger, and the long scar across his face looked like a winding, terrifying venomous snake. Clenching his teeth so hard that the muscles in his jaw bulged, he roared desperately into the pitch-black surroundings, "Who goes there? How dare you assassinate my men!" His voice crashed like a sudden thunderclap, echoing through the night sky and startling the birds in the forest into frantic flight.
The underlings who had been full of life just moments ago now lay scattered across the ground as headless corpses, their blood darkening in the moonlight and emitting a pungent, coppery stench. Grief and fury flooded Scarface's face; like an enraged lion with its fur standing on end and bloodshot eyes, he longed to instantly drag out the attacker and tear them to pieces. He seemed to have forgotten the cruel ple…
Chapter 33