No More Words are Needed for Killing

Braydon Neal's words made Wilma Nilles's expression change.

In the next moment, a bright light flashed in Braydon's hand as he softly spoke to her.

"I have already informed the experts in the city. He is on his way."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

With that, Braydon placed his palm on Wilma's body and gently pushed her.

In an instant, Wilma's body flew into the distance, shooting high into the sky.

"Braydon!" Wilma shouted anxiously, her eyes fixed on him.

"You must come back alive!"

Braydon's figure gradually disappeared from her sight.

As Wilma vanished, a hint of relief flickered in Braydon's eyes.

"Blackie, go and keep an eye on him," he said, looking at Blackie.

"Don't let that guy escape. I'm still counting on him to gain a good impression."

"I'm a transcendent realm night crow. It's not appropriate for you to call me Blackie."

"Not appropriate?"

"I think it fits perfectly."