771 Prank

Hayley's POV:

"We'll take her elsewhere to deal with her," the leader said with a flattering smile, speaking to Truman. "You won't have to see a thing, sir. Rest assured."

Truman sighed, his voice laced with regret. "The Hanovers... not a single one of them has a decent pair of eyes. How could I possibly feel reassured?"

"What do you mean?" The leader asked, catching a faint, unsettling shift in the air.

"You don't need to know," Truman muttered. His gaze turned dark. Without warning, he lifted his hand and drove it straight into the man's face-two fingers jabbing viciously toward his eyes.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the alley.

The leader collapsed, clutching his bleeding face and thrashing on the ground.

"My eyes! My eyes! It hurts-someone help me! Please!"

"Boss!"

The rest of the rogues froze in fear. Then, panic-stricken, they bolted in all directions.

Truman, unfazed, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and calmly wiped his hand as he spoke, his voice steady and sharp. "Tell Quentin this-if he ever dares to come after Hayley again, the next pair of eyes I take will be his."

"Get lost!" he roared.

his wolf form and

leave. The

turned to go, I heard a dull thud

and saw Truman slumped

moment ago. Was he

said dryly, "you only took a single swipe from that wolf's claws. And you're already

on Truman's forehead/ He forced a weak smile. "You'll only know how goo me yourself,

head tilted to the

stared at

sharply sensed

m if you try

let his wolf take

Chapter 771 Prank

had strong self-healing ability, especially from something

Sowhywould he faint?

grabbed his

him carefully, my heart

way! Truman had been poisoned with the

high-concentration type

was no resemblance to Benjamin at

just to be

brain, but I couldn't come up with

and hoisted Truman onto

guy.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255