A gust of cold wind blew, and the black figure hiding in the dark flashed away, like a mysterious ghost in the dark night, which was not noticed by anyone.
He stared coldly at the people present, with a hint of cunning in his eyes.
There was going to be a good show. Ha-ha.
A faint smile appeared on No. 6's face.
Allen and the man in black looked at each other warily. Although the magic power in their hands had been mostly restrained, they were still cautious.
After all, they didn't know what the other party would do next.
They were also nervous.
In fact, everyone was only half right. The assassin had been hiding near the cabin, watching their No. 6.
But obviously, neither Allen nor the man in black knew about it.
"Allen, why are you here?" The man in black asked Allen.
Under his instruction, the silver wolf beside him also revealed its sharp nails, growled in a low voice, and its eyes burst out a bloodthirsty light.
"Ahhh!"