Connor moved silently in the dark, flipping in mid-air and kicking Alexander Parker far away.
The grass was marked by a long trail from Alexander Parker's body. He stood up amidst the dust, seemingly oblivious to pain, and the blood at the corner of his mouth didn't stop him from kicking at Connor's vital point.
The battle was fierce and brutal; Harry Hunter covered Isabella Weaver's eyes to prevent her from watching.
His voice was severely hoarse: "Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine! How about you?"
Isabella Weaver anxiously wanted to remove his clothes to check but was afraid of accidentally touching his wound, so she dared not move: "The one who hurt you is Austin Winters! He surely has a huge secret behind him; he isn't an ordinary person!"
"I know, currently investigating him."
"So where exactly are you hurt? Let me see!"
Harry Hunter laughed softly: "There are so many people here, are you sure you want me to take off my clothing for you to see?"
