Chapter 267

Wilson dared not look at the man in the black robe because he could sense an unprecedented rage emanating from the latter.

Wilson was unsure whether he would still be breathing if he locked eyes with him.

However, the man obviously did not care about that, as he was now focusing on Darius instead.

In that instant, Darius sensed a powerful aura radiating from the man, which was more potent than the previous martial artist in the same black robe he had encountered.

He stood there and pondered for a while, unable to recall the name of the last martial artist.

He then met the man’s eyes and instructed his subordinates behind him with a cautious tone.

"You three should get out of here as quickly as possible."

Erin remained rooted, unwilling to leave.

Even so, she got dragged away by Bridget and Edward, who each took one of her arms.

Although she wanted to resist, the two bodyguards’ strengths far surpassed hers.She wriggled with all her might but to no avail; her wrists did not budge from the two’s iron grip.

Bridget sensed the former's movement, so she turned her head to look at Erin while sighing.

"The more you thrash around, the longer it'll take us to leave, meaning Edward and I can’t return to assist Mr.Reid anytime soon."

Only then did Erin stop resisting, albeit unwillingly.

Still, she stared into Bridget’s eyes and suggested, "Why don’t you return to Mr.Reid? Edward can get me away from here."

like a foolproof plan

turned it down

leading us away, you'd be wounded by both

his eyes at Bridget’s insulting

Bridget could’ve phrased it more

was then that Bridget slowed

the Gillette family’s home

watch out —we both know that anyone who can fight against the overpowered Mr.Reid must be equally as strong as

before rushing back to Remnard Estate, her figure flashing into the distance like a

continued to lead Erin

were moving significantly slower than before because the wind did not

to peek behind her, she dared

Estate, Darius and the man in the black robe

his clothes swayed fervently as

wind spiraled quickly, turning into a voracious tornado that shot Wilson

glance before ripping his

instant —that the latter couldn’t survive a fall

Wilson was a regular

tutted

man in the black robe adjust his

like to know the reason behind your current

it because you're sorry for Wilson’s inevitable

"you talk too much."

eyes, adding, "Much more

said hoarsely but

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