Chapter 278
- With a muffled “thump” sound, Franklin Collins’s eyes widened, and he slowly turned around.
- In the darkness, there was a tall figure shrouded by the streetlights. His coat fluttered wildly in the wind. He stood still as if his feet were nailed on the ground. No matter how hard the wind blew, he didn’t falter.
- He held a gun in his hand and looked arrogant.