"Who is it!"
Silas Will pushed open the car door and drew the longsword from his waist.
In an instant, all the car lights turned on.
The Micah Will disciples got out one after another, standing behind Silas Will.
"Save me!" Jace Will was being subdued by two men, struggling and shouting at the top of his lungs.
But Silas Will did not rush to act. Instead, he stopped the Micah Will disciples behind him who were eager to charge forward, his eyes constantly scanning the scene.
The intentions of the visitors were not good!
A Great Grandmaster, four Grandmasters.
He tilted his head.
In the shadows, there were many other martial artists.
If it came to a fight, chances were high he wouldn't survive.
"Silas Will, save me!" Jace Will, in extreme fear, had sobered up slightly.
His body bound, an icy terror gripped his heart!
Dread!
"Apologies, I'm powerless." Silas Will, his face sinister, looked toward the men holding Jace Will. "Let me ask, who exactly are you?"
