Immediately after, the door of the car at the front opened, and a man descended from the vehicle.
Approaching a height of 188 cm, his large eyes, long legs, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the invariably black clothes and pants contrasted starkly with his angelic features, betraying his identity.
In his hand, he held a gun with smoke still wafting from the barrel, making it clear he was the one who had fired the shot.
It was Lyle Westbrook!
Enna Clark didn't expect to see Lyle Westbrook here.
She also didn't understand how Lyle Westbrook had found his way to Spirelin City or how he located this place.
"Enna, are you alright?" Before she could gather her thoughts, the man with peach blossom eyes had already walked swiftly towards her.
He grabbed her arm and checked her over.
After ensuring she had no injuries, he visibly relaxed.
Enna Clark, not used to him being so close, stepped back and shook her head, "I'm fine."