The thugs hiding on both sides of the street didn't know what to do, and the foot that had just been lifted stayed in place. The beautiful woman standing beside Cyrus let out a terrified and desperate scream, while Annie bent over, wanting to vomit.
The villain had been eliminated.
However, it seemed that at this moment, no one was happy, and no one knew what sort of future awaited them.
Hewitt could fend off the gray fog for several decades, but it would only last that long, and the bigger his moves, the easier it would be for Hayley to notice his presence.
Hewitt was not Arthur, so he would not stop now.
Their fate had nothing to do with him.
The woman stopped screaming, knelt down beside the corpse, reached out her trembling hands, and slowly lifted Cyrus' head, silently drowning in grief and pain.
After exchanging a few glances, the thugs quietly retreated.
After the alpha wolf died, the other wolves turned into timid puppies.
Hewitt walked towards Annie.
