Theodore frowned somewhat in his heart as he heard the word "Wind Clan." This Clan usually sealed dark vitality cracks, why we're they heading to the Thunder City? Did something happen there?
"It's the Wind Clan, I am Theodore from the Flame Clan." With a fake casual smile, Theodore said.
"I don't care if you're a Flame Clan servant or not! You won't be forgiven if you crashed with us." The large man lunged at Theodore with his gun.
And there were numerous guards around who had drawn their weapons as well.
Theodore's face stiffened, and Mirabel next to him was about to speak, but Theodore pulled her sleeve, indicating her not to be rash.
Among the tension, the window on the opposing car gently descended, and a woman in a black shirt stepped out.
"Let's go, the Master isn't interested." She approached the enraged man quickly, speaking authoritatively.
