Chapter 517

The beast-hide man stared at Harper, his face turning a sickly shade of green with rage.

The tall, thin leader glanced down at the corpse on the ground, clear wariness flashing in his eyes.

The small leader who'd just died was not the strongest among them, but he was far from weak. Harper had charged straight through a crowd of 80 men, killed her target, and retreated without a single casualty on