One fact deeply saddened Kong, the Commander-in-Chief residing in the Holy Land: Red did not care much about him, his old rival...
Because he had already won. He held no attachment to powerful enemies he had already overcome.
All his obsession came from another man—Garp!
That was the opponent he had yet to defeat, and the enemy he hated to the bone.
Yet Garp was dead.
Although the newspapers claimed that Garp had been forced under Tesoro's control while protecting civilians and fought Ron to the death, ultimately choosing to end his own life because of Ron's well-known immortality...
Redfield had personally inspected the site, so he did not believe the newspapers had reported the truth.
In his eyes, those two had truly fought a life-or-death battle there!
Neither had held back!
Red did not care why two Marines had fought each other to the death. He only knew that Ron was the one who had survived.
That was enough!
Since you could kill him, defeating you would be the same as defeating him.
Crack... crack, crack...
Amid grinding sounds muffled by flesh, Ron's broken right leg slowly straightened and healed, while the bruising and clotted blood on it vanished in an instant.
That terrifying Self-Healing Ability was practically inhuman. Even Red, with all his experience, could not help holding his breath.
"What exactly is your body made of? Are you really human?"
"I don't know, but does it matter?"
Ron merely shrugged, already accustomed to it. "No matter what, I'm still me. There's nothing worth worrying about."
"You said you wanted to know how I defeated that old bastard, right?"
"Are you ready?"
As soon as he spoke, Red's expression darkened. He spun backward, his right foot carrying a fierce gale as it swept out viciously.
Bang!
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