Cameron Brandon made his move with experienced composure!
If you dare to strike my brother's face, you better be prepared for a fate worse than death!
As he drove the dagger downward, he deliberately angled it, ensuring it would cause Aron Jackson excruciating pain without bleeding him out!
Bang!
But just then, a streak of cold light whizzed out, striking the gleaming dagger!
Clang!
The dagger flew from his grip, sending Cameron Brandon tumbling to the ground.
"Who's there!"
"Boss, are you alright?"
A Shadow Warrior approached Cameron Brandon and asked.
Had that strike been slightly off-target, it could have hit a wrist instead.
"I'm fine! Kill the asshole who threw that dart!"
Cameron Brandon's face was ashen.
The attack was so sudden that he was completely unprepared.
Yet during the pursuit, there were supposed to be only two people left. And those two, both wounded, lay before him.
Who could it be?
