Finished
Carl walked forward with steady, unhurried steps, but in his cars, a girl’s muffled voice echoed faintly.
Soft, low murmurs squeezed their way into his hearing, filled with admiration, saying just how badass he was….
He raised his eyes instinctively, and his gaze swept toward the only girl present.
He knew that voice had to be his younger sister, Jean. It could only be her.
But when he looked over, the girl crouched near the trees wore a serious expression, lips pursed tightly. She clearly had not said a word.
Carl’s brow furrowed, barely noticeable.
At the same time, Jean was also looking at him.
Their eyes met, inevitably.
She saw the shadowed darkness within his gaze, deep and bottomless, like the pure night sky untouched by any dust.
Meanwhile, the black–clad assailants surrounding Jean and Ludwig all froze when the Night Sentinel arrived.
And when Carl appeared, their eyes turned to fear.
This was not part of the plan. No one had told them the Night Sentinel would be involved.
The badge was unmistakable. They recognized it immediately. And that eight–star badge… was nothing short of terrifying.
If they had known this would happen, they would never have…
But now, there
was no time to think about what should have been.
Their only thought was escape.
They exchanged glances, reading the fear in each other’s eyes. No words were needed. As one, they began to retreat. They turned and bolted into the woods, moving as fast as they could.
Even those who had been restraining Bryson and Dominic and fleeing in panic.
Ve up, throwing their ‘prey‘ aside
But their escape did not go as planned. Because, out of a sudden, a massive net fell from the sky, blocking their path. It swept down like a divine trap, wrapping around the fleeing black–clad men and ensnaring them all.
Chapter 134 Nowhere to Run
Carl strode forward, head held high, not the least bit rushed.
Finished
The chilling pressure he exuded only intensified the fear in the hearts of the black–clad men. They began to tug desperately at the netting, trying to rip their way free of the suffocating trap.
But clearly, the Night Sentinel had prepared everything long before showing themselves. They had silently laid this trap in the forest, waiting for the perfect moment.
By the time the black–clad men realized it, they were already too late. There was nowhere left to
run.
Hidden in the trees, Jean had witnessed everything from start to finish.
Beside her, Ludwig had seen it all too. His face remained pale and unreadable, with no trace of
emotion.
The sudden appearance of the Night Sentinel had not surprised him. He simply watched in silence, deep in thought.
Jean blinked, her gaze fixed on Carl’s back, her fingers curled tight around the tree beside her.
Oh damn… That was insane. Didn’t even break a sweat, and the black–clad bastards got wrecked.
Carl heard the voice again. Compared to before, it now carried a hint of… glee.
His shoulders stiffened slightly. His lips pressed into a tight line.
Jean, still lost in her own thoughts, did not notice his reaction.
Not bad, not bad at all. No doubt about it, he really is my brother!
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