A strong killing intent emanated from the woman projected in front of him.
The handsome young man's pupils contracted sharply, his throat tightened: "You, want to kill me?"
The woman with the mosaic face did not answer.
Her silence was the answer.
As the chill on the back of his neck gradually faded, the intense killing intent surrounding the handsome young man also dissipated.
The projected figure in front of him also vanished into this space.
On the spot.
The handsome young man weakly knelt on the ground, his face pale, he gasped for air, the cold sweat on his back almost soaking his undershirt.
He had no doubt that if he had spoken just one more word earlier, he would already be a corpse gradually losing warmth.
Summerland.
Kingsford City.
Headquarters.
Ellie Doyle had already left in a Red Flag sedan.