Love At The Wrong Table

She had seen situations like this on TV. Those foolish women would linger on the scene, playing the role of a damsel in distress, only to have the antagonist kill the person trying to save them and easily capture them.

Mackenzie certainly wouldn’t be that foolish. She knew that if she ran, the woman in white would definitely release Sage and chase after her. It was actually the best way to save Sage.

As expected, the woman in white kicked Sage away, preparing to fly over and intercept Mackenzie. However, before she could take off, her ankle was caught by the fallen Sage.

“Hehe, the outcome hasn’t been decided yet. Are you in such a hurry to escape?” Sage was a demon on the battlefield. Even with his crippled body, he wasn’t so easily defeated.

The woman in white squinted her eyes, showing a hint of annoyance.

The next moment, her animosity surged. Two strings shot out from her fingers, resembling lifelike venomous snakes, entangling Sage’s neck.

Sage was greatly alarmed. In his entire fighting career, he had never encountered a master of this type.

In a life-or-death moment, he quickly pulled out a military knife. The woman in white exerted force, attempting to strangle him.

with the knife, but even so, his face turned red, a

woman in white didn’t pause at all; she brought down a palm with

his speed couldn’t match hers. He could only widen his eyes, taking this palm full force. He finally understood why Ashton had

Swoosh.

Instead, she went straight to chase after Mackenzie.

seemed to have

down

frustration. She swore she would surpass Mackenzie this day and seize the Heart of the Sun. However, she was unaware that when she descended the stairs, Mackenzie was

her combat skills were not

to the fifth floor. Though her combat skills were not as good as her opponent’s, her intelligence

path behind the back door was not smooth, and without shoes, her delicate feet were cut and bruised by stones and debris, making her look quite disheveled. Fortunately, the Heart of the

kept looking back, not knowing the current situation inside the

then, a white sports car

I still failed to escape the Holy