Chapter 479: The Sixth Person in a Five-Person Team (1)

Darkness provided Carson Flores with the best cover.

He lurked at the corner of a building, silently watching Saint Jaramillo at the entrance of the pharmacy, his presence imposing and furious.

He naturally wouldn't go out.

He was like a hunter in the dark, quietly squatting in wait.

Saint Jaramillo roared twice, but there was no response, which left him furious yet helpless.

He knew his opponent might be hiding in the darkness, perhaps even watching him, but he just couldn't find where.

"Shawn Boyd, how are you hurt?"

Shawn Boyd had already climbed up from the ground, his face flushed with embarrassment as he said, "I'm fine, the other party didn't strike with lethal force, but my bag was snatched."

Richard Compton was also embarrassed, "My bag was taken as well."

Saint Jaramillo asked, "Is the opponent very formidable?"

Richard Compton nodded, "Very fast, moves silently in the darkness; I didn't even see the person when my bag was snatched!"