C937 Brothers

Afar walked into the hall with large steps. Modus laid on the sofa as his entire body was drenched in blood. Pale faced, he put a hand to his stomach. A clean towel was pressed there, but at this moment, the towel had already been dyed red with blood. Hearing footsteps, he feebly opened his eyes and forced a smile, "Brother …"

"Don't talk!" Afar said in a deep voice