Chapter 607

It was a simple command—just two words. Yet in an instant, dozens of lives were wiped out. At Nolan's order, his men acted simultaneously. Immediately, every traitor of Myth Group had their throats slit, causing them to die on the spot. Blood gushed like a river, surging forward with the rain, streaming into the lake. Slowly, the water turned a deep, crimson red. The overwhelming stench of blood filled the air, searing into the minds of everyone present. The Norbergs, especially, nearly went mad, while the more timid ones had already fainted from sheer horror. They knew Nolan was ruthless and had every intention to kill them. But they were still alive and breathing. With so many people here, many of them had held on to a sliver of false hope—thinking that even if Nolan wanted blood, surely he wouldn't kill so many at once. But the moment Nolan personally executed Tyson and ordered the slaughter of dozens of Myth Group traitors, that illusion of survival shattered completely. Do