C3159 CHAPTER3159 PIG KILLERS

The middle-aged steward in the Blood Robe, known as Blood White, shrugged helplessly. This was the situation, and there wasn't much he could do about it. He didn't want things to escalate, but often, they spiraled out of control, leading to chaos.

"I can't control it..." he muttered.

"Heh!" someone chuckled