Chapter 82 One Against Hundreds
Caspian was going to save Willow on his own. There must be a tough battle waiting for him!
He had to choose a handy weapon for this.
But he usually didn’t like bringing guns with him.
Sylvia had
guns, but he didn’t want to inform Sylvia about this. If she heard about this situation, she would insist on coming along.
Just then, Caspian suddenly remembered something. When he was going through Lilith’s personal effects, he found a knife in a box.
It was a weapon Lilith used when she was young and part of the military.
Even though it had been a long time, the knife was still extremely sharp. Also, Caspian would be using this knife to avenge his foster mother and defeat evil.
Lilith would be comforted to know that.
Caspian found the large knife from the pile of items Lilith left behind.
When he took the knife from the box, a scraping noise rang out.
The knife was quite heavy, and its blade was very sharp.
Under the light, it gleamed brilliantly.
Holding the knife, Caspian walked out of the bedroom.
Zoey happened to have completed her tasks at that moment. She was walking out then, thinking of exercising her muscles a little.
“Caspian! What are you doing? What’s with that murderous intent and the huge knife in your hands?” Bumping into the armed Caspian, Zoey asked in slight surprise.
“It’s none of your business. Just stay put at home,” Caspian said emotionlessly.
“Are you going to kill someone?” Zoey asked in curiosity.
“What I do is none of your business.” Caspian didn’t have time to spend chit–chatting with Zoey. He had to go and save Willow as soon as possible.
Zoey noticed Caspian’s stern tone and the anxious look on his face. She was more convinced of her assumptions.
“Caspian, stop it! You shouldn’t kill people anymore! You’re already consumed by hatred. Your foster mother was killed, and we all feel very bad about it.
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you have to face this truth someday. You can’t lose your wits and keep killing people!” Zoey
bothered with Zoey as he left the villa right away.
gone out the door when the sky darkened. Stormy clouds gathered together, and thunder growled constantly. There seemed to be heavy rain incoming.
with him. So,
himself.
the garage. It was also
Ever s
the garage, no one had driven it before.
and sped off. He headed for the
had already
arrived at the place when he
in front of the unfinished building. He estimated that
two or three hundred of
the car dozens of yards away from them.
he had placed on the passenger seat. After that, he got out
car imposingly.
Thunder rumbled.
a flash streaked across the sky. Then, there
of thunder.
pour from
black standing in front of the unfinished building weren’t affected at all. They stood completely still.
noticed Caspian’s car driving up to them, but they didn’t rush forward right away. Instead, they
Her limbs were tied up, and she
was furious. Murderous intent
walked toward the unfinished
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scraped across the ground, producing terrifying sounds.
knife all alone. He was walking firmly in her direction through.
and rush over to save
much time together, their relationship was as strong as steel. They would even sacrifice themselves for each other at any moment.
She
over, she still felt extremely moved. She
leave right now! They have ambushes! They planned to capture me, and then lure you over to deal with you! Don’t bother with me anymore,
deserve you doing so much for me!” Willow screamed in
knew their current situation. Many people were
building-
almost 200 of them were
already made preparations
outside the unfinished building, they were all sent by
course, they didn’t
of men alone.
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