Ashlyn crouched down and ripped apart the shirt of one of those men in black who was lying on the ground, dead.

Indeed! A large letter “Z” was tattooed in the middle of his chest.

As the raindrops pounded on the man’s chest, his tattoo turned into a deep shade of purple, which looked so disturbing that it sent shivers down one’s spine.

Ashlyn realized that the masked man was merely using the antidote as bait to draw her into his trap.

He had never intended to give her the antidote. Convinced that that was the case, the woman leaped up and launched a sudden attack on the mysterious masked man who was surrounded by the men in black.

Under his subordinates’ protection, the man was about to escape.

However, with a howl of the wind, Ashlyn delivered a forceful punch to his back at the speed of lightning!

The impact of the attack sent the masked man flying before he landed heavily on the ground with water splashing everywhere.

Ashlyn had put her full strength into that blow, and it was almost impossible for anyone to withstand it.

Lying on the ground, the masked man spewed out a mouthful of blood.

stared at Ashlyn blankly while covering his chest

the excruciating pain he felt, the man was still struggling to prop himself up. However, while

from a distance not far

like the god of death, the woman was moving toward the masked man at high speed, and just in a blink of an

stood up, preparing to

hit by Ashlyn and collapsed to the

was one thing that the woman was able

conclusion that the masked man was not the same one she had met at the Whitland Villa previously. The other masked man exuded an aura a few times more powerful than the man in front of her right then. He also had a much

could that man

masked man’s chest. As she did that, a stream of blood trickled out

off the tin roof, accumulating puddles of water on the

control with thunder roaring and lightning flashing across the

man felt a sharp pain with every rain

the man’s brows, Ashlyn asked in a frosty

said that, she bent down, and just when her fingers were about to touch the man’s black mask, he

“I…”

his mouth, he started coughing

more important?” The man let out a sinister and arrogant laugh before

that moment, Ashlyn’s fingers were already touching the man’s mask. She just had to exert a slight force

when she

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