Peter Aria subconsciously looked at Madon Linggo.
Madon Linggo gently shook his head at him.
Night Hawk's gaze followed the direction of Romilly Powell's pointing finger.
Under the brilliant lights, the cheongsam-clothed young lady looked gentle and beautiful like a painting.
His gaze suddenly softened.
Like a sky full of stars falling.
"What are you still dazed for, kill her, this is Madam's order," Romilly Powell shouted.
Night Hawk slowly pulled out his gun and methodically loaded it.
Cries of alarm merged into a chorus.
Madam Lewis quickly pressed Edric Lewis's head into her chest.
Then the muzzle of the gun aimed at the young lady.
However, before Romilly Powell's smile could fully form, the muzzle turned in another direction, aiming at Romilly Powell's own head.
The smile on Romilly Powell's face awkwardly froze.
She erupted in a furious voice, "Are you mad, the madam ordered you to kill Aubree Groove."
