Chapitre 1306: 595_1

With his sharp sword-like brows and twinkling eyes, a high-bridged nose, and determined thin lips, there was no doubt that this was a face favored by the Creator.

The once youthful spirit that belonged to the young man could no longer be found on this face.

In those eyes, there was no longer the light of stars, only endless restraint and depth.

As if a pebble had been dropped onto vast, calm, azure sea, creating a fleeting and extremely faint ripple, the man's deep black eyes could no longer stir up any waves.

Before Aubree Groove had a chance for admiration, the attack was already upon them.

The man's large hand wrapped around her waist, retreating quickly and dodging the incoming bat.

As he turned around, there was a handgun in the man's hand. Without any hesitation, he fired several shots. On his stern face was a chilling ruthlessness.