Chapter 116: The Guidance of the Crimson Tear

"Go to hell! You barbarian!"

Oswald swirled his wine glass, laughing wildly. "You really think your brute strength can stand up to the power of technology? Saw him into mincemeat and feed him to my dogs!"

Just as the plutocrats were about to raise their glasses in celebration—

A thunderous roar ...

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