I saw the man named Arjun holding a long, slender boning knife as he strode toward the small enclosure without hesitation. Meanwhile, one of the burly men, gleaming with a cold light all over, was already preparing to leave.
The Army looked at the burly man before him, a trace of delight appearing on his face as he said softly, "Glad to meet you. I'll send you to heaven."
As he spoke, the Army's face was filled with an odd expression. Like a magician with a wand, he kept staring at the burly man before him as though he were admiring a beautiful piece of porcelain.
Seeing this, Bald Rock Lee's expression darkened, and a faint sense of worry rose in my heart as well.
X-Ray's expression changed too.
Generally speaking, every Executioner could fall ill at some point. During that period, their behavior would become abnormal. Looking at the situation before them, the Army seemed to be in just such a state.
At that moment, the Albanian Army's face was flushed red, and his eyes flickered with a heavy, strange light. The hand holding the boning knife trembled constantly, making him look somewhat excited.
After so many battles, the Army should not have been excited at a time like this. He should have remained vigilant. Yet it was obvious that he was not on guard at all, as though he had already won.
But Bald Rock Lee, as his leader, knew his strength well. He immediately realized that the Army had fallen ill.
"Big Brother, it looks like the Albanian Army has had bad luck this time," said a grim-faced man beside Bald Rock Lee.
Hearing this, Bald Rock Lee's expression darkened slightly as well. He glanced at the field and said, "Life and death are determined by fate.