Aurora Blaine looked nonchalantly, "You really think highly of me, bringing so many people here."
The Western Division came prepared; it was definitely not a coincidence.
Duane Sterling's right leg suffered from Maverick Knight's attack; when he stood up, his knee felt weak, almost losing balance.
Losing to Aurora Blaine was one thing, but as a Hall Master, being beaten like this by a stranger of unknown origins, with several subordinates watching, where could he put his pride?
"We're all one big family, just come with us to avoid unnecessary trouble," Duane Sterling said.
Aurora Blaine calmly replied, "Stop with the nonsense, all of you come at once."
Aurora's lack of cooperation made Duane Sterling's face even darker.
Maverick Knight stood there with a tall and slender figure, his handsome face was shadowed with darkness, his eyes like icy pools, emanating an inherent aura, an overwhelming sense of pressure blanketing everything.
Who exactly is this person?
