'Hmm? There's still someone... The garden at Owen's house is almost more crowded than the living room today.'
Su Lu curiously looked at the hustle and bustle on the other side.
Nellin Dougweir had the composure of a family head. He seemed to send off the fleeing shadows, quickly chanting some notes, and a purple flame flashed and disappeared in the dark night.
It was so fast that it reached the back of the fleeing fugitive in the blink of an eye.
The fleeing shadow suddenly seemed to trip and fell in an ugly kneeling position.
Boom!
It was precisely because of this fall that the flame exploded above him, missing the target.
Even so, the burning flame tongue and sparks brought him burn injuries, causing him to let out a painful scream that was particularly harsh in the night.
"It's people from The Eleventh Bureau! Paul, William, you guys deal with it! Everyone else, follow me back and deal with the guests!"
Nellin withdrew his palm and said indifferently.
"Yes!"
