"Wait!"
The Caldwell Mansion's steward reached out a hand, stopping the foot that had stepped into the doorway, and asked with some confusion, "You say you drove off Mr. Banks?"
Mr. Banks was a malignant presence on Boulevard Mountain.
People trembled at the mention of him.
This dwarf assassin had a peculiar temperament, killing at the slightest provocation!
Most crucially, Mr. Banks came and went without a trace, making him extremely difficult to catch.
Gradually, he became a figure that no one dared to provoke on Boulevard Mountain.
Yet the man in front claimed to have defeated Mr. Banks?
"Scoundrel, give me your life!"
Whoosh!
Suddenly.
Snow fluttered behind him!
Mr. Banks charged with a longsword in hand!
The entire set of movements was completed almost instantly!
Amidst the snow!
A short figure sliced through the air to attack!
Swish!
He parried with a sword!
Mr. Banks blocked with his blade and was forced back over ten meters.
