After giving Fort a good scolding in his mind, Francis finally let out a long sigh and began to retreat downward with a trace of helplessness in his expression.
There was no helping it—whoever had attacked him from the shadows was clearly aiming to prevent him from making contact with Isabella.
In other words, keeping his distance from Isabella at this moment might ironically be the best way to keep her safe. If he insisted on moving forward and reuniting with her, then whether that little girl would make it out alive was anyone's guess.
Meanwhile, under the massive tree, the mysterious man who had been fighting Alan for some time now suddenly stopped his offensive.
He stood still, eyes narrowed, carefully studying Alan.
Alan frowned deeply, keeping his gaze locked on the man as he asked, "What, not going to keep attacking?"
The mysterious man gave a faint smirk. "Kid, that kind of tone might scare some people, but me? Forget it."
