Chapitre 241: Chapter 241: This Bird is Going to Die

Chapter 241: The Bird is Going to Die

The object was all alone in the corner, left here forgotten by someone at some point in time.

He picked it up and ran his fingers along the bow arm. He gave it a pull, and the bow had excellent elasticity and the string had great toughness. It was a top-quality bow.

The string was a little worn out; he didn't know if it was because of this that it was left here.

He scanned around and saw an arrow not far away.

He picked it up. With a fluid-movement, he placed it onto the bow. In two seconds, he aimed at a palm-sized window in his villa in a very standard posture.

His eyes concentrated, and shone sharply.

With a whoosh, the arrow flew out, causing a shockwave, and shot directly at the villa.

Suddenly, a bird happened to fly by.

Alexander Foster's eyes tensed.