"Alfred, take the boy away," Max said calmly, looking at Silas who stood behind him like a personal assistant.
Alfred nodded and moved, collecting Silas immediately.
Max focused deeper on the person, or rather the beast in front of him, a single thought surfacing in his mind.
It was to destroy the Crimson Fang completely.
"To think they have even created something this strong," he muttered.
He was unhurried and unlike Silas's caution, Max was carefree.
That was until Han could no longer handle the disregard.
He lunged forward, a greatsword appearing in his hand as he closed the distance.
Max looked at him with a scoff.
Thanks to the talent he had gained after fusing with the three eyed human gene, Han's speed was nothing more than a slightly faster human's to his eyes.
Max sidestepped calmly, the greatsword slicing downward through the place he once stood.
The sword cleaved into the ground beneath.
