Under the slightly cool moonlight, in the silent valley, several black gun muzzles were pointed at him.
He blinked twice, and his vision gradually became clear; the foreign men in front of him were obviously none other than the mercenaries under Victoria Carter.
As if to confirm his guess, Victoria Carter's face, which he loathed, quickly came into view.
"Joshua Sulliven, it seems heaven truly favors me. You have opposed me time and again, and now you've finally fallen into my hands. Tell me, should I kill you or not?" Victoria's eyes carried a hint of a cold smile, even though her clothes were equally disheveled, but at this moment, at least, she was the one who could control everything.
He stared at her for a while, his eyelashes quivering slightly. After a long while, he struggled to speak: "Do we have a grudge?"
Victoria was slightly stunned, seemingly unprepared for this response, her gaze landing on his face with a hint of inquiry.
