Next, the scene turned back to the Dark Magician, who continued branding the next batch of mafia members with Curse Marks.
One after another, the members of the Norwish Mafia stepped forward and received the mark. Some trembled in fear, while others desperately tried to remain calm as the black smoke entered their bodies. None of them dared to resist.
Finally, it was Dellard's turn.
As he stepped forward, Dellard felt as though his heart had already died.
'It's over.'
He knew the young master would solve this trouble, but that didn't mean he wanted to be branded with a Curse Mark. For a moment, he even considered attacking the cloaked man in front of him.
However, after sensing the dark aura radiating from the Dark Magician, Dellard quickly dismissed the thought.
'Forget it. This guy is too guarded. I alone can't deal with him. Let's just get this over with and wait for the others.'
He sighed with dull eyes and stood there without resistance.
