Chapter 770 Amelia Won’t Wake Up
- Donum’s little face went icy cold, and his gaze held a ruthless aura no kid his age should have. His dark eyes were swallowed by a wash of red.
- Both eyes turned a sinister, blood-red shade—cold, terrifying, hungry for blood.
- The mysterious man’s pistol twisted out of shape with a screech, metal tearing like it was being ripped apart.