---- Chapter 2872 Alec was thest one left, drenched in sweat and trembling with terror. He stammered, "P-Please! H-Hold on! Whatever you want to know, I''ll tell you everything! Yes, a Holtrien man did pass through, but he looked dirt poor, so we didn''t bother with him! He ate a meal and then headed into the wastnd. He..." Marshall did not wait for him to finish. His arm swept through the air, and blue energy formed a de that sliced cleanly across Alec''s throat. Alec''s head hit the ground with a thud.


    The townspeople finally lost all control, screaming in panic as they scattered in every direction. However, a little girl clutching a doll suddenly rushed in. Tears streamed down her face as she shouted at Marshall, " You''re a bad man! You killed my daddy! I''m going to kill you! Go to hell!" The girl was trembling with fear, yet she stared defiantly at Marshall Crouching down, Marshall smiled brightly and asked, "The mayor was your daddy, right?" Tears poured from the girl''s eyes as she red at Marshall with ---- pure hatred. "The mayor was my daddy! You killed him! Youre evil! I hate you!


    Go to hell!" Marshall gently ced his hand on the little girl''s head as she charged toward him. "So young, yet already carrying such hatred .. Watching your own father get ughtered like livestock right before your eyes is tragic, isn''t it? But actually, you''ve got it pretty goodpared to most! Because trash like you in the wastnds is worth even less than rats in the sewers, and being killed by me is actually an honor for someone like you." A sickening crack echoed in the room. Marshall had crushed the girl''s skull in his hand.


    Without another word, he left the ce and continued his pursuit into the wastnd. Behind him came a woman''s heart-rending screams and curses. It was clearly the girl''s mother, unable to hold back her grief any longer. Marshall had only walked a few hundred yards when an inexplicable irritation rose in his chest. A bloodthirsty urge surged through his mind, and he could not shake it. He had already dealt with more trouble than he ever should have while hunting Andrew. The Ludendorff family had ruled these wastnds for generations and had never been reduced to such ---- embarrassment.


    Now the target was gone, his attendant was dead, and he had been harassed by worthless wastnd trash who were not even fit to lick his boots. Marshall thought they all deserved to die! Suddenly, he spun around. His golden hair stood on end, and his pupils narrowed, like a furious tiger ready to pounce. In the next instant, his body left behind multiple afterimages as he charged back into the town. What followed were ovepping screams and a series of thunderous explosions. The screaming continued for over half an hour, apanied by billowing smoke and the sounds of copsing buildings.


    Finally, Marshall stood outside the town, gazing at his handiwork with satisfaction. The entire town had been razed to the ground, and several hundred peopley dead, The rage and frustration that had been building inside him were finally released, He pulled out hismunicator, smiling as he spoke into it. "Send reinforcements. I''m hunting down a cockroach, and I need the elite squad, no useless trash! Everyone is to assemble at the ---- outer perimeter of Wraith Graveyard and await mymand." The message went straight back to Ludendorff family headquarters.


    As a Ludendorff heir, Marshall had sufficient authority to deploy the family''s elite forces, a 20-man squad where every single member was at least at the Count-level. In other words, they were all equivalent to martial saint-levelbatants. He had lost his patience for a one-on-one chase with Andrew. He just wanted to capture Andrew quickly, then tear him apart piece by piece to soothe his exhaustion and fury.