"Where is it!"
Seamus Jackson's heart skipped a beat, but soon he felt a thrill of excitement.
Everyone says that one must see a living body or a dead corpse.
Now that he had found Delaney's body, as long as he could successfully take it out, the credit would be his alone.
"Damn it! The killer didn't hold back!" Following the gaze of his underling, he walked to the wall, bent down, and gently touched Delaney's cold corpse.
The chest had caved in, and blood was all over the floor.
But it had already dried.
"All the bones are shattered; the opponent is a master." Seamus Jackson stood up, his expression serious.
Although he had accomplished something, at this moment, he felt a sense of sorrow for the fallen.
After all, Delaney was one of Hagan Marsh's sworn brothers, and there were no conflicts of interest between Seamus Jackson and Delaney.
"Hurry up!"
