Three bodyguards bravely charged forward, while Wu Jun's steps were swift as he headed towards the Maybach.
The electric batons in the hands of the bodyguards flashed blue sparks, intertwining to form an electric grid that stood in Hera's way.
Knowing its danger, Hera suddenly flipped over like a hawk, directly vaulting over their heads.
Before the bodyguards could turn around, Hera had already lunged to Wu Jun's side.
At that moment, Wu Jun's hand was already on the handle of the Maybach.
A second or two more, and he'd be inside the car, lock the doors, and speed away.
However, Hera was not about to let him go.
The dagger in her hand sliced through the air with a cold glint, aiming at Wu Jun's throat.
Wu Jun only saw dazzling lights before him, the cold glow of the dagger blinding him until he couldn't open his eyes.
The chilling sensation at his throat made his skin erupt in goosebumps.
