The next day, before dawn, Nathan opened his eyes suddenly.
'An assassin?! There's an assassin in Beverly Hill! Is he seeking revenge for Sampson's death?'
Nathan's pupils contracted. He glanced at the still-sleeping Andrea and Abbie, then pulled his arm out of Abbie's embrace gently. He put on his coat and shoes quietly and, in the next moment, he was on the roof of Beverly Hill.
Mr. Bellamy, wearing a gray cloak, had his white hair and aged face hidden under the hood, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes. "It seems you're even more formidable than I thought. You're not an ordinary person, are you? Your combat power must be at least two or three hundred, right?"
"Are you here to avenge Sampson's death?" Nathan asked calmly, without answering his questions .
Mr. Bellamy was t
