Chapter 111 Tristan, It's Time to Die

It was a dark and windy night. In the cold air, dark clouds hid the moonlight. Sitting in a commercial car with a cigarette in his mouth, Peter squinted his eyes and looked out the car window. Peter smiled with a ferocious scar on his face, "Tristan, you'll die tonight. I really want to know how long you can be arrogant!" Throwing the cigarette butt out of the window, Peter slowly exhaled the smoke with a look of enjoyment on his face. He closed his eyes and asked, "How many fighters are here today?" "Boss, there are thirty-seven fighters. All of them are daredevils who are good at fighting." "Okay!" Peter nodded, "Tell everyone, all the people who come tonight will be awarded 20 thousand dollars each. Those who break Tristan's limb will be given 100 thousand dollars, and those who kill Tristan will be given one million dollars!" Cars were driving fast on the street. Tristan sat in M