Michel felt his bones crunch under the force of the punch. It was so loud it vibrated through his ears.

He heard the screams of Mr. Aiden, but it only added to his anger. It just motivates him more.

Grabbing his hair, Michel patted his face over and over again.

Six hours.

Six hours since the damn bastard was caught and mercilessly tortured at their hands. But Michel's bloodlust was still not satisfied.

The rage he felt was still boiling inside, threatening to ...