Vivian and Satan both stared with their mouths agape at the boulder at the foot of the hill. In their hearts, there was a stampede of ten thousand Australian alpacas!
I was an idiot!
Really!
"Hu! Hu!" Vivian blew puffs of air in anger.
She was right earlier to suspect something was amiss, but she had never thought that the opponent was camping right above her.
Was this person some kind of feral child?
Satan, crouching behind the jeep, narrowed his eyes as the M24 on his back silently slipped into his hands.
He was not a man of many words.
He would rather have his gun do the talking instead.
Right now, the only member of SKK who kept his composure was Karl, who had been knocked off his vehicle Liu Zilang's flying kick.
He got on all fours, crawled to the back of the sedan, and snooped at Liu Zilang who was hiding behind the airdrop crate.
He knew what his opponent was up to.
