Chapter 156: Enemy's Lair (Part Four)

It was only then that Purple Smoke realized her mistake.

"Curse you, rotten old man! Kill them!" Purple Smoke screamed furiously.

All of her men charged at them desperately. Bo was about to toss the weapon to Keir but before he could do it, it already vanished from his grasp. He saw Purple Smoke smirk in the corner of his eyes. He was expecting the weapon to be fake. Keir wasn't waiting for it either. He fought fiercely on his own along with the prince. Bo had no choice but to fight with them, three against half a hundred men.

While the three of them looked tiny ants in the swarm of locusts, Purple Smoke was also doing her own business. She was confident that none of them could escape alive from her elite men, mainly composed of skilled, rouge barbarians, bandits, murderers, and those who committed filthy deeds.

"Do you think your trick will work on me, bitch?" Purple Smoke said as her right hand found its wa