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.

to one side, narrowly avoiding a bullet. She immediately raised her hunting

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

woman was ruthless! More so than any

black-clad men swallowed hard and tried to focus on killing Franklin. As long as

grew even colder as he furrowed his brow. A gust of wind swept through, freezing the air despite it being a scorching

surround them and their pores stood on end. For money... they had to kill this man no matter how terrifying or

have more people! We can win!"

sneered at these

said "Honey! Here!" Sylvia looked down at what was placed into her hand - a dagger that shone with an

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

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

who had completed countless missions and killed countless people but somehow couldn't help feeling oppressed by Sylvia's aura which caused them to take a

suddenly moved forward again

to widen his eyes incredulously

eyes slightly before punching another enemy

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

gaze, their legs trembled as if

the shorter men urged his companions. If

tall figure descended

chest of the smaller man. "Tell me who

rather die than tell you!" He bit down on a poison pill hidden in his teeth and spewed out black blood from his mouth before dying

slightly; his deep eyes were as dark

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

well-prepared," said Franklin with a sinking

too many people who want to kill us," said Sylvia indifferently; she squatted down and tore open one

raised an eyebrow at her actions."Tearing off another man's shirt

jealous? Can't you see

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

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