Chapter 302

In less than a minute, the team intending to capture Theophilus lay writhing on the ground, courtesy of Hades. Their wretched cries echoed around the room, each man bleeding profusely, bodies broken and bruised.

"Damn, still daring to play this game?" Benedict sneered, his gaze cutting into Theophilus: "Your scum of a house, do you think just because you have a bodyguard who can throw a few punches, you can do whatever you please?"

"Shoot him. Make this bold guard a person with a disability for me." Drake interjected, his tone dripping with ruthless cruelty, utterly undeterred by Hades' formidable prowess.

In this electrifying moment, more than a dozen gun barrels turned on Hades simultaneously.

When facing these ominous muzzles, hades could only curl his lips into an evil grin.

As a king of special agents whose name sent shivers down people's spines, Hades was no stranger to life-threatening missions or horrific