Damon did not know whether to laugh or cry. He had already guessed that something like this would happen, which was why he had taken such a big risk to go and get a bloodline upgrade. But now… the timing of it all… when he was so close...
"I guess it's one of those days where shit just keeps piling on, huh…" He lightly chuckled.
He was anyway going to die. There was no doubt about it, but now he was probably going to lose some items on top of it. He was too tired to care about any of it right now. So he simply smiled and stared at the ten big guys surrounding him.
These were all old thugs who had lived for several decades at least. He wondered just how strong they were. They were also B ranks just like him, but Damon did not have any delusions that he would be able to fight against them easily.
His body continued to writhe in pain as he silently pondered over many things.
Meanwhile, the other side had weird expressions on their faces.
