Meanwhile.
"President Luther!"
"Boss Luther!"
After over twenty mercenaries had been knocked down, the sedative was finally successfully administered.
Yet even so, the remaining mercenaries on the scene didn't dare let their guard down.
When Boss Luther had an episode, his physical functions reached an extreme state—there was no telling how long it would take for the sedative to take effect.
Sure enough.
Sinclair didn't collapse immediately.
His veins bulging, he yanked the sedative syringe from his neck.
His bloodshot eyes locked onto the mercenary who had injected him, his gaze as savage as a beast ready to tear its prey apart.
"Look out!!"
Gerald sensed the danger instantly and shouted a warning.
But it was too late. Sinclair's bloodstained fist lashed out with devastating force.
The mercenary's pupils contracted in shock as he raised his arms to block.
*CRACK—*
The sickening crunch of bones echoed through the air as their forces collided.
