Chapter 418 The Enemy at the Gates (9)
- Just now, when Marc Egerton made his move, he was lazily fiddling with his phone. He only looked up when Ma Zhanyuan spoke, giving Marc a single, casual glance.
- Probably just a regular bodyguard. Nothing special. Walk over and kick him to death—easy.
- Cold Moon had absolute faith in his skills. Except for that unfathomable War God of Egerton, no one had ever made him wary.