Chapter 1117

How could Sarah define Perseus as an ordinary man? "Don't blame me for being harsh on you all when you're the ones who didn't want to work with me!" Perseus shrugged, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "You can come in now!" Although Clarissa was curious, she made no move to ask any questions. Her answer came three minutes later. Lance, the head of Bladecraft Organization, rushed in. He had two weapons of choice—a large knife and a three-foot steel bat. The people accompanying him carried a large iron pot, a stove, and gas cans. The most ridiculous part was that they brought more than ten wolfdogs. "Mr. Perseus, we're not late, are we?" Lance asked, glancing over at Clarissa. He recognized her from a previous encounter—his lackeys had fought with her before. "There are eight bastards here. My request is simple—you must deep-fry them while they're still alive and then feed them to the dogs. They can't be allowed to die peacefully, alright?" Perseus spoke with complete serious