Chapter 803

Gaston, the bald leader of the Westorian engineers, plopped himself down on a rock and became lost in thought. Puffing on his cigarette, he pondered their next move. They had barely started, yet his team had already lost 18 elite members, equivalent to a quarter of their numbers. If they lost another group of people, they would soon be outnumbered on the island and might become targets for assassins from other countries. He stole a glance at the assassins from Morbia and Nihen. They had been shouting arrogantly just moments ago, but now, they were silent. They were likely intimidated by Cyrus' strength. "You said we Westorian engineers are trash, so now, it's your turn to show your abilities. Ten billion dollars is just right ahead—take it if you can. "Are you scared now? You were so arrogant earlier. How could you be afraid of dying when you're participating in this deathmatch? Just a young doctor from Summerland has scared you all like this. How are Morbia and Nihen going to