Supreme Trader

Chapter 123 He Is Not Dead

Edward burst into laughter, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, Bellum, that's, of course, the shit of my mystical crane! How does it smell, I wonder?"

Seated behind Edward, Evelyn couldn't contain herself and also let out a hearty laugh.

"You rascal," Bellum seethed, his face crimson with anger. "Dare you mock me! Don't rejoice too soon, for I promise you, I'll have my revenge."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist," Edward sneered. "Remember, getting all worked up will only add more lines to your forehead. Just so you know, I've been following your orders. You did ask me about Benson, didn't you? Well, I can tell you he's now turned into that pile of dung."

With that, Edward burst into another fit of berserk laughter.

Bellum was positively fuming, his rage practically visible in the bulging veins in his eyes. It looked like his eye would soon pop out of his sockets.

At the moment, the moon was hanging high in the sky outside the hall, through the windows of which the silvery moon