The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 390

At the training camp…

“Mr. Boucher, your little goddess left so long ago. Are you still thinking about her?”

Francisco had just finished playing basketball with a few of his friends, and his body was still drenched in sweat. He was sitting on the bench drinking water while taking the ridicule of his friends head-on. He then waved at them. “Go away, stop making fun of m

e.”

Someone stepped over the bench, sat beside him, picked up the water bottle at his feet, and unscrewed it. “You’ve been rather absent-minded ever since your little goddess left the training camp. You haven’t been playing with us very diligently either.”

He took a sip and then asked faintly, “Have your soul left the training camp together with her?”

Francisco let out a sigh. “My soul has left the camp your *ss! I’m trying to be serious now so that I can go home earlier.”

The man did not believe it. “How can you still be a bully when you go home? Your parents will still keep an eye on you, won’t they? Isn’t life in the training camp rather happy?”

can this continue? I don’t want to get into top management, so I’ll be able to go home in a few more years. Thus, instead of waiting for my time here to end,

end of my term to return home. I’ve stayed here for a few years

you going?” He replied, “I’m going back to the dorm to

ground floor of the dormitory and saw

back was facing him, while the man in front of him was standing very close to him and had his hand placed on Instructor Leach’s shoulder

from the corner of his gaze, and his eyes tumed slightly cold. He pulled down the brim of his cap to cover his face, tumed

took two steps backward stiffly, his posture

he had lost his balance. Instructor Leach fell

shifted onto the dagger that was stabbed into Instructor Leach’s abdomen, and his hands were covered in

training camp. When he saw Rowena’s call, he put on a Bluetooth headset and answered the call,

are you driving at 100 miles per hour?” she asked

was startled. “Yes… How do you

indeed at 100 miles per

know you’re very loyal, but I can’t place my bet on the

what… What do

forehead, and he noticed something subconsciously as