Chapter 479

Nolan was splattered with Hoover's blood, and the blood continued to drip from the sword in his hand, staining the ground red. Hoover collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching the stump of his severed arm. He wailed miserably when his eyes locked onto the mangled limb that had fallen beside him. "Nolan! Nolan!" At that moment, Hoover's eyes were filled with nothing but boundless hatred, intertwined with deep pain and despair. Meanwhile, Nolan stood there quietly, his bloodied sword clenched tightly in his hand. Despite the blood staining his face, he was actually smiling. "I gave you a chance. I told you to cut off your own fingers to save your arm, but you couldn't even muster the courage to do that. Tsk, you're pathetic! If you can't even be ruthless with yourself, how else are you going to do other things?" His words sounded simple, yet they caused everyone present to gasp in shock. After all, even those from the underworld, who lived on the edge of a blade, would struggle