The poor youth's left shoulder, which was already fractured, severely broke under the black shadow's claw!
Fine, it was he who made things worse for himself! Even now, Duan Yue was still dumbfounded and did not understand why he had been hotheaded enough to use his own flesh as a shield for this stoic child!
Especially when he turned back and saw the child's stoic face devoid of any expression—he had to chuckle in ridicule!
Qiao Mu's eyes flashed as she took a step back, finally seeing the assailant clearly. It was a middle-aged man dressed entirely in black with a short beard. A savage light glinted in his small eyes as he intently stared at the round bead in her hand.
"Hand over the Heart of Paradise, and I will spare your life, child," the middle-aged man in black coldly stated with one hand behind his back, his eyes downcast.
