Kendall and Michael took the seized weapons and began their escape journey in the Duke's Villa.
Both of them had walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Their skills and awareness were sharper than anyone in the manor.
There was no need for words; their understanding was seamless.
Kendall could turn around and kill the enemy in Michael's blind spot.
Michael could squat and shoot the new enemies rushing in from the front when Kendall turned around.
He was cool and composed, while she was fierce and quick. It played out as smoothly as a scene from a Hollywood blockbuster.
The smell of gunpowder and blood lingered in the brightly lit Villa.
"You..." Kendall felt more and more disturbed as she fought. It wasn't until tonight that she realized Michael was not just some aristocratic young master untouched by the harsh realities of life.
There was something strangely familiar about him.
