Guns were fired one after another, and the birds in the woods were disturbed. They all flew up, and the sky was covered with black.

The blade in Huo Mu's hand is about to be thrown out as the grass is stripped away.

"Second Uncle."

The unfamiliar voice made Hawthorne stop his movements.

A tall figure dressed in military uniform came out of the grass. Huo Zheng walked out quickly. He saw Huo Mou and silently retrieved the pistol.

Hawthorne walked quickly, and there was a trace of movement in his pale eyes. Hawthorne was the God that could not fall in his heart. He had never seen such a...