The effects of the drug on the young girl had fully manifested; her little hands were incessantly reaching into Wen Zao's embrace as she let out soft, whimpering breaths.
Surveying the infrared rays around, Lu Qiao awkwardly coughed and snapped his fingers at the mercenaries behind him, commanding, "Retreat!"
Then, the mercenaries orderly withdrew from the venue, standing behind Wen Zao, surrounding him as they swaggered away.
After Hawk Power's large troop left, Arno also ignored Alina, who was injured by a gunshot, and turned back to the second floor.
But as he pushed open the door to the room, he saw Heber bending over, clutching his chest with a pale face and a hint of bloodstain at the corner of his lips.
"Master!" Arno hurriedly went up to support him, cursing, how could he suffer a backlash at this moment?
Heber took off his sunglasses, his silver-white pupils resembling hanging moons, clear and bright, becoming blurred and scattered with his increasingly weak breath.
