Chapter 925 I'll Grant Your Death Wish

• Teagan scrutinized Pierre, who was now standing before him, and shook his head mockingly. "Pierre, are you sure you want to fight me?"
• Pierre snorted coldly. "Stop wasting time. Let's begin!"
• Teagan chuckled. "Pierre, I hate to crush your confidence, but let me be blunt. Your so-called elite mercenaries, special ops units, whatever you call them—are nothing but trash in the eyes of the Spartine Warriors.