Boom! Boom! Boom!
Julius Reed leaped three steps in mid-air!
Landed in front of Devlin!
No trace was left on the snowy ground.
No trace in the snow!
"Run?"
Julius Reed smiled faintly.
"Why should I run?" Devlin stepped back!
Whoosh!
Several figures!
Leaping out from the snow!
A total of five!
Surrounding Julius Reed in the center.
"Since I know you're here, do you think I'd come unprepared?"
Devlin changed his voice line, speaking in a completely different tone than before.
"Very clever, like a cripple I know," Julius Reed glanced around, looked at Devlin, and chuckled, "But five people, isn't it too few?"
"Devlin."
When these four words were spoken, Devlin's hand trembled.
"Who is Devlin." He spoke with feigned calmness.
His voice line changed.
Raced from Boulevard to the Town.
How did the Lord guess his identity?
Or was he bluffing him?
