Lincoln Harrington, although he couldn't see Sean Knight's enemies, had a lot of confidence in him.
Sean Knight was proud of his good luck, but he never squandered it—or rather, he never sought death because of it.
Now, his movements were exceedingly careful.
As he moved forward, Sky Eye was active, constantly observing his surroundings, ready to immediately open fire at the slightest sign of movement!
Sean Knight's direction of advance was toward the Main Hall.
He had trekked through here once before and was somewhat familiar with the terrain.
Under the flower wall at the corner of the Main Hall, a man clutched his pistol tightly in one hand while his other hand pressed against a wound on his shoulder, biting his teeth and working hard to suppress any groans of pain.
He had never expected Sean Knight's reaction to be so quick; he had fired only two shots, and his opponent had already located his hiding spot and struck back!
