Anna Jadwin hung off the cliff edge, the cold wind biting like a knife, causing her pain.
She was so cold that her thoughts numb, as if she would never wake up from this sleep…
But thinking of Wayne Bailey fighting desperately for her, she clenched her teeth and refused to let herself fall into darkness.
The sounds of intense combat.
Wayne Bailey had healed after reversing his aging process, and each move was fierce like a leopard's.
The pilots he brought were carefully selected, all formidable fighters.
Wilfred was older and had relaxed his training regimen in recent years; he was somewhat overwhelmed dealing with the bodyguards.
Wilfred took on fifteen, the pilot fifteen, and the young master twenty.
Gradually, he spat out a mouthful of blood…
It turned into Wilfred handling ten, the pilot fifteen, and the young master twenty-five…
"Young master, I have implicated you."
"…" Wayne Bailey, "Go back and train harder!"
