Brock walked over from the side. He was holding an arrow in his hand as he aimed it at the assassin who was lying on the ground. The clothes on Rehan's body were a little tattered. It was obvious that it was caused by the car accident. However, his calmness was something that others couldn't help but admire.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" Jacob stepped forward and asked.
"It turns out that you have so many masters around you," the man said coldly.
"As I said, you are not qualified to be a killer because you talk too much nonsense," Jacob shook his head and said.
"It seems that you had really killed The Wolves," the man said one last sentence, then he tilted his head and fell down softly.
Jacob was slightly surprised. He reached out and found that the man was no longer breat
