Wei Ho was death incarnate. He could slake his thirst for blood whenever and wherever he wanted. He had chosen the hunters of his private army very carefully — they were some of the most vicious hoodlums in the world.
Now he had his own...
« — Si nous attendons la nuit, nous sommes perdus. Les rebelles sont des spécialistes de la jungle. Ils ne nous laisseront aucune chance.
Maung soupira :
— Que proposez-vous ?
— De rejoindre la piste. La...