"Sister!"
Gus lunged at Grey and caught his sister, who was staggering backward.
Grey's face was pale, and she was breathing fast. Her back was wet with bloody wounds.
Although she was a boxing genius and had four chain crossbows with unlimited ammunition, she was still heavily wounded by the overwhelming number of pursuers and the fearlessness of the Fist God.
The storm showed no signs of stopping. The raindrops the size of beans hit the wounds like venomous liquids, which soon turned white and shivered like the lips of a baby.
"Let's go and find a place to hide!"
Gus had never seen his sister in such a weak state before.
After the first murder, a certain strength had been growing inside his heart. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he supported Grey and drifted in the storm and mud.
