章 342: Chapter 342: The Ruse of Self-Infliction_1

"Be more careful next time!"

In a wooded area around the perimeter of the Leopold Family's villa, Julius Reed was tending to Lucan Davenport's wounds.

Not long ago, Hamza's flying darts had burst forth, one of them striking Lucan squarely in the calf.

If Julius hadn't arrived in time, Lucan might have ended up either dead or captured.

"I underestimated the situation," Lucan said with a wry smile, scratching his head in embarrassment.

He considered himself a master of swordsmanship and often engaged in risky ventures.

For instance, this time, after killing the sect members who were out on a mission, he had quietly hidden in a nearby tree to watch the aftermath.

But he didn't expect the Saint Heir, with his keen sense of smell, to detect his presence from over a dozen meters away.

When a burst of Skyfire came hurtling towards him, he was so busy fleeing that he paid no attention to Hamza's hidden dart box.