Chapter 505: Iker's Legs

She was here! The woman charged from behind, her legs clamping around the man's neck, and a backward somersault brought him down to the ground. In a split second, she descended like an angel, her posture looking both cool and handsome. As the baseball cap fell off, her high ponytail swayed in the air, forming a perfect arc. Both of them fell to the ground. Boom! Gunshots rang out, like thunder on a clear day. The trajectory of the bullets suddenly changed, heading towards the crowd, causing everyone to duck. Cheyenne kicked hard at Davon's ankle, her gaze fixed on him, and demanded, "Where are my grandfather and Mr. Owen?" Davon, after seeing who was pressing him, smirked fearlessly, his chest heaving rapidly. His laughter was tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "Your grandpa might as well be the 'ingredient' by now. You could go to the landfill to pick up the pieces and sew them back together for a complete body." "Shut up!" Enraged, she struck him across the face, knocking out tw