Two days had passed in a blink.
The attempted assassination of Young Master Kane escalated, with the hunters at the Thunderbolt Fortress growing increasingly dissatisfied.
The hunters could not go back now, and those who had returned from the ruins were all accumulating in the camp, the number of people was increasing.
Not only the hunters were trapped, but also some special individuals.
Inside a small building owned by the Commerce Guild in the camp.
A mysterious woman, her face veiled in black, stood by the window, gazing at the busy camp below. Her eyes, as silver as the moon, were shining brightly.
And behind her stood an old man enveloped in Death Air, his back was hunched.
