Chapter 172 Nothing Else Mattered

However, what Killian saw was over a dozen well-trained Lycan mercenaries lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

One of the men had a bullet wound through his wrist, and blood was still flowing.

In Kaelie's hand was a special kind of gun.

When she saw him approaching, she only raised an eyebrow casually, as if that was her way of saying hello.

Killian walked up to her. His nose twitched slightly a