Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 390

At the training camp…

“Mr. Boucher, your little goddess left so long ago. Are you still thinking about her?”

Francisco had just finished playing basketball with a few of his friends, and his body was still drenched in sweat. He was sitting on the bench drinking water while taking the ridicule of his friends head-on. He then waved at them. “Go away, stop making fun of m

e.”

Someone stepped over the bench, sat beside him, picked up the water bottle at his feet, and unscrewed it. “You’ve been rather absent-minded ever since your little goddess left the training camp. You haven’t been playing with us very diligently either.”

He took a sip and then asked faintly, “Have your soul left the training camp together with her?”

Francisco let out a sigh. “My soul has left the camp your *ss! I’m trying to be serious now so that I can go home earlier.”

The man did not believe it. “How can you still be a bully when you go home? Your parents will still keep an eye on you, won’t they? Isn’t life in the training camp rather happy?”

looked at him. “But how much longer can this continue? I don’t want to get into top management, so I’ll be able to go home in a few more years. Thus, instead

for the end of my term to return home. I’ve stayed here for a few years already. Although it’s considered to have helped me escape the strict control of my family, I’ll still have

the man asked, “Where are you going?” He replied, “I’m going back to

to the ground floor of the

was standing very close to him and had his hand placed on Instructor Leach’s shoulder as

down the brim of his cap to cover his face, tumed around with his hands inserted into

stiffly, his posture seeming

he had lost his balance. Instructor Leach fell all of a sudden, so Francisco

the dagger that was stabbed into Instructor Leach’s abdomen, and his hands were covered

Rowena’s call, he put on a Bluetooth headset and answered the

now? And are you

man was startled. “Yes… How do

current speed was indeed at 100 miles

Rowena say with murderous intent, “Stone, I’m sorry. I know you’re very loyal, but I can’t place my bet on

Summers, what… What

forehead, and he noticed something subconsciously as he heard the sound of a clock