Sir Ares, Goodnight

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The wheels of the car rolled by, splattering the water on the ground onto Jay's white sneakers.

Jay frowned, turning his falcon-like gaze at the car.

The car door burst open, and a glinting machete came slashing at him.

Jay leaned back nimbly and dodged the machete.

At this time, all the car doors were kicked open at the same time as a dozen men stepped out.

They quickly surrounded Jay, and he pressed his back against the wall of the convenience store while sweeping his sharp gaze across the men in front of him.

He did not know if he could beat them, but he was fighting a lone battle. Hence, he could not be fearless.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled the scene of Angelina fighting with him in the esports arena room.

applied what he

man was in so much pain that he tossed his machete away, knelt to the ground, and cried aloud. "Really? A

moves that Angeline taught him were really useful

man's machete to hold up several other machetes that were slashing down

machete to the rest like an electric current. The men who were holding the machetes were so numbed by the tremors

the air and galloped on the ground, like a lion that

Mercedes was parked

off her sunglasses while wearing a look of bewilderment in her eyes. "Jay Ares is still the

"Since we can't beat you in hand combat, I'm

The Mercedes-Benz whizzed past.

they had received an order, the assassins started fleeing

hurry, a trace of suspicion flashed

but why were they trying to

were many times he had failed to think of a move to launch a

even more curious