Return of the God of War

Chapter 315

SALVADORE’S MANSION

A huge smile plastered on the motherfucker’s face as he received pictures of Michael’s damaged center.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!” he laughed out loud “Now this is more than satisfying but it's only the beginning” He smirked “I wish I could get a clip of how he looked when he saw all his projects ruined, how he felt when he saw all that he had worked hard for brought to nothing!” he sneered, grunting with his fist clenched as he recalled how heard he trained Ashton, those years he spent, training him, torturing him so he could withstand pain and brutality only for him to be killed and return with his cold body.

He heard a little whimpering and he slowly turned to his left. One of his men bites his lower lips as beads of sweat plastered on his forehead. His hand trembled as he gulped down constantly while looking over his shoulder as though his head was being chased by something or someone.

“Hey, you! Blockhead!” Salvadore yelled, glaring at the boy in pure disgust and discontent