Chapter 814 Not a Match!

• Sitting in the audience seats, Adrian and the others had their eyebrows raised. They were undoubtedly skilled martial artists, but at the same time, they were mere mortals. If a gunshot were to come their way, even with their martial prowess, they wouldn't be able to withstand a bullet.
• Adrian's eyes flickered as he instructed Bronte, "Bronte, keep an eye on that person and make sure he doesn't shoot at the stage."
• "Yes, Mr. Adrian!" Bronte responded and immediately moved to the front row, sitting closest to Wendell.