After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 799

Franklin held Sylvia tightly in his arms, his narrow eyes scanning the surroundings with caution. This was his private hunting ground, how could anyone sneak in?

He squinted slightly, his eyes filled with a cold and murderous intent. His tall figure exuded an inexplicable sense of threat and the icy breath emanating from him made people submit from the bottom of their hearts.

He didn't even need to say anything to exert an irresistible pressure that seemed to be born for killing.

It was obvious that their target was Sylvia. Franklin's brow furrowed and a fierce flame of anger surged up in his chest as he glared coldly at the depths of the forest where countless black-clad men were closing in on them, each wielding a bow and arrow.

His powerful hand clenched tightly under camouflage clothing as he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows menacingly. His unparalleled handsome face looked terrifyingly dark.

With one swift motion, he unleashed a powerful force like that of a cheetah rushing towards the leader among those black-clad men.

A gust of wind blew past them!

Sylvia immediately reacted by raising her own hunting rifle and shooting at the oncoming black-clad men while aiming carefully before pulling the trigger with a loud bang which brought down one person instantly.

A strong wind blew through rustling leaves in the forest as Franklin's face turned even darker while charging towards their attackers with imposing momentum.

The leader's pupils shrank suddenly upon seeing him coming straight at him like death itself before being hit hard by Franklin's fist.

The rest of those black-clad men were terrified beyond words since they had been hired mercenaries who had never been so scared before but this man was more frightening than Death himself!

Franklin narrowed his eyes dangerously as dangerous information flashed across them. "Dare to come assassinate my woman? You'll pay for it!"

"We don't want to kill her! We want you dead!" The black-clad men couldn't help but scream inwardly since this man seemed scarier than Death itself!

The man moved like lightning drawing two pistols out from nowhere firing left-right continuously making gunshots sound "bang-bang-bang" repeatedly echoing throughout forest...

The black-clad men were not to be outdone. They shot arrows and drew guns, causing chaos in the forest.

side, narrowly avoiding a bullet. She immediately

flashed in her dark eyes as she charged towards the two nearest black-clad men, kicking them hard in the face with her long

so than any

the black-clad men swallowed hard and tried to focus on killing Franklin. As long as this man died, they

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We can win!" one

sneered at these

fiercely before he said "Honey! Here!" Sylvia looked down at what was placed into her hand - a dagger that shone with an icy light - obviously made from high-quality steel that could cut through anything like

who dared approach them; making all of

palms of the black-clothed men began sweating profusely; why

killed countless people but somehow couldn't help feeling oppressed by Sylvia's aura which caused them to

suddenly moved forward again without

light pierced his chest instantly causing him to widen his eyes incredulously before falling heavily onto the ground without breath

eyes slightly before punching another enemy forcefully and causing

of this domineering and powerful man, these mercenaries couldn't hold their ground. When only three or four men in black

legs trembled as if

his companions. If they stayed any longer, they would

run away, Franklin's tall figure descended like

of the smaller man.

I'd rather die than tell you!" He bit down on a poison

slightly; his deep

poison pills hidden in their mouths. Sylvia wanted to stop them but it was too late now. The air was filled with a strong smell

and were extremely well-prepared,"

squatted down and tore open one of the black-clad men's shirts while searching for clues

raised an eyebrow at her actions."Tearing off another man's shirt right in front of

Can't you see

to one group or another. She just wanted to find out which organization these people belonged to by looking at their

at the wolf head tattoo on one mercenary's chest while narrowing her eyes. "It belongs