Through his keen spiritual force, Wyatt Barnes was certain that the three people following him were the same ones from three months ago.
It seemed they were sent by the Madam Clan Chief and Second Young Master of the Graham Clan.
As for their purpose, Wyatt had a vague guess that they were after his life.
"Since you guys are so patient, waiting for three months...I might as well entertain you."
Wyatt stood outside the Black Stone Mansion, a devilish grin gracing his lips.
Of course, the three people hiding in the shadows would never be able to see Wyatt's current grin.
Then, Wyatt pretended to be a passerby and departed from the Black Stone Mansion.
Clearly noticing that the three of them, like leeches, trailed behind him the moment he left.
Before long, Wyatt entered a deserted alley.
Aside from Wyatt, there was no one else in the alleyway.
Just then.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three harsh gusts of wind attacked Wyatt almost instantly.