No One Can Save the French Today
It was a flash.
Orus had already recognized the identity of the person in front of him.
The objective of this mission.
A sinner who brought shame to the great Fabersi.
He had already seen the photos and files a hundred times.
His appearance was already firmly imprinted in his mind.
"Kang!" he said sternly. Virtue!"
The French Violent Bear wanted to strangle the king, but he felt a sharp pain in his clamped left arm. The scorching light burned his arm, and extreme uneasiness surged into his mind.
In a flash, he released the king's neck and allowed him to fall down the stairs. His right hand had already pulled the heavy shotgun on his back and aimed it at Kant before pulling the trigger.