Tyr narrowed his eyes, clutching a cross in his hand, and in the next second, the silver cross bent out of shape.
Morikawa whispered, "Master, should we take action here? If we do, he definitely won't escape."
Inside the car, silence reigned. Tyr stared at the figure ahead, his thoughts unknowable, except for the deformed, twisted cross revealing his current state of mind.
Morikawa dared not speak; the surroundings were already filled with their men.
Winter's movements were completely under their control, and killing him now would be easy.
Morikawa knew Tyr wanted more than anyone to kill the man in front not far away.
But he was hesitating!
A few minutes later, Winter's figure vanished into the rainy mist.
Morikawa sighed inwardly; that kid had evaded once, but the master surely wouldn't let him go.
Tyr finally spoke, "Let him leave Feilengcui as soon as possible; he can't die here."
Morikawa nodded, "Yes!"
None wanted to kill Winter more than Tyr.
