Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

qAll the other men in black were about to dart into the cabin to give their comrades a hand. Right that instant, someone pointed at the sky and shrilled, “My goodness! What's that?”

All the other men in black lifted their heads instinctively. They were thunderstruck by the sky darkened by a soar of eagles! They loomed over the men in black like an air force battling against their mortal enemies.

The men squealed at the top of their lungs as they fired frantically, but they were incomparable to the eagles that outnumbered them outrageously.

A series of gunshots resounded to every corner of the hill.

Coincidentally, Danrique had reached the foot of the hill. Startled by the gunshots, his face turned ashen.

Without hesitation, he sped off up the hilltop at a mind-blowing speed with his outstanding driving skill. In a blink of an eye, his car was nowhere to be seen. His convoy trailing behind his car a while ago could not catch up with him.

Gordon instructed the others placidly, “Stay calm and head toward the hilltop.”

“Noted,” the other drivers responded respectfully.

Preoccupied with the possibility that Francesca might have met her tragic fate, Danrique's heart was in his mouth. He stepped on the accelerator to reach the hilltop soonest possible. The moment he caught sight of the cabin, he was utterly speechless at the overwhelming chaos.

A badly damaged jeep was stuck on a big tree. Meanwhile, a few men in black were lying motionless on the ground carpeted with feathers. On top of that, the cabin's door was wide open, and the roof was gone.

Panic-stricken, Danrique shrieked, “Cece!”

into the cabin. Again, he was taken aback by the unsightly mess there. Apart from a few lifeless snakes, there were animal furs and ghastly pools

Francesca seemed to have vanished into thin air with them

as he continued searching every corner of the cabin for her but to

bricks, he switched to search for her in

the others. After being momentarily dumbfounded by the absolute mess,

became darker gradually. However,

his men to bring the few severely injured men in black with them. Furthermore, he collected other potential clues that he believed would be

Dr. Felch will be all right. My gut instinct tells me

distance with inexplicit complex emotions in his eyes without uttering

that very moment, the fiery redness of the sunset bathed

view, but Danrique was not

opened his mouth. “Let Gordon

Felch? She should be still in the hills. I have a

show up when the others are around. Just bring along a few quick-witted ones to back me up. Let the others retreat,” Danrique stated placidly as

nodded solemnly and proceeded with the