Chapter 787

If Wilson hadn't dodged quickly and managed to restrain her leg, that kick would have destroyed him. Under the golden mask, his handsome face darkened. His eyes were filled with even more intense murderous intent. A grown man with legs so thin—it was honestly disgusting. With an expression of disgust in his mesmerizing eyes, Wilson twisted the fool's leg, producing a sharp crack. Yvette winced, her face paling slightly as she bit back the intense pain from her twisted leg. She threw a punch at the man's chest. The man took a step back, his eyes full of hostility, blocking her punch just in time. Like a shadow, Yvette launched herself at him again, reaching for the gun that had fallen to the ground. Just as her hand was about to touch the gun, the man kicked it away. Damn it, if she didn't finish off this dumbass today, she couldn't call herself a Murray! Her fury ignited completely, and her attacks became even fiercer, each move aiming to be fatal. Wilson matched her blow for