The sound was bone-chilling, like spirits shrieking and wolves howling, making anyone's skin crawl.
Jean Tricia tried to say something, but Ms. Zackary cut him off. She lifted her hand and brought it crashing down on Tricia' skull!
"Crack!"
That single blow shattered Tricia' head completely!
Ms. Zackary's expression was dark, her jaw clenched tight.
"Ms. Zackary, what's our next move?" a purple-robed man asked.
Ms. Zackary drew a sharp breath. "The Ten-thousand-year-old Medical Materials are too valuable to abandon."
"You're coming with me to The Noble Family. We're getting our target back," Ms. Zackary said icily.
The purple-robed man looked troubled. "Ms. Zackary, The Noble Family isn't easy prey. Word is they've been quietly building power, training multiple Marquis-level fighters, plus they've got tons of hired muscle."
