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.

She immediately raised her hunting rifle and took down another man. Frowning,

two nearest black-clad men, kicking them

than any other woman

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

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their pores stood on end. For money... they

people! We can win!"

Franklin sneered

sharp eyes gleamed 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

staring at those who dared approach them; making all of their hair stand up on end

the black-clothed men began sweating profusely; why was this

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

Sylvia suddenly moved forward

widen his eyes incredulously before falling heavily onto the ground without breath

another enemy forcefully

powerful man, these mercenaries couldn't hold their ground. When only three or four men

under Franklin's wolf-like gaze, their legs trembled as if they were filled with

his companions. If they stayed any longer,

run away, Franklin's tall figure descended like

stomped on the chest of the smaller man. "Tell me who

small man's face changed suddenly and turned pale. "We are mercenaries. I'd rather die than tell you!" He bit down on a poison pill hidden in

handsome face darkened slightly; his deep eyes were as

well for them either, they also bit down on 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 of

and were extremely well-prepared," said

said Sylvia indifferently; she squatted down and tore open one of the black-clad men's shirts

an eyebrow at her actions."Tearing off another

him."Are you jealous? Can't you see that

usually had organization and discipline within themselves since everyone belonged to one group or another. She just wanted to find out

wolf head tattoo on one mercenary's chest while narrowing her eyes. "It belongs to Wolf Association... It seems necessary that