"Charlene's head. Aim and fire!"
After the system's reminder tone sounded, Charlene's head, which was already half revealed from the sand, shot out toward the flaming bird.
The visibility on West Point Island wasn't high in the foggy night.
Simmons only sensed something flying toward him, and he reached out to grab it instinctively. Just as he was about to jeer at Alfred's awkward sneak attack, he suddenly realized he was holding onto a head.
Fresh red blood flowed down from the head, and he could see the head's features clearly with the flame's glow. The thin lips, seductive eyes, and the hopeless and desperate expression. Wasn't this his favorite concubine, Charlene!
"Charlene!!"
Simmons roared furiously as he stared at that face with a hopeless expression from before her death. He could imagine what kind of torture and mistreatment she had endured before her death!
