Chapter 1175

Wolfclaw never expected to die at the hands of the man he thought was not even worth mentioning. None of the Rondoniers knew what hit them. After Wolfclaw died, Adrian clapped his hands and said, "Let's go." "Yes, sir.” Upon seeing the throwing stars as they left the building, Adrian was rather surprised to see someone so well-versed in such an old-fashioned technique. He said smilingly, "You're even better with your throwing stars than Mya is with her marksmanship. Who taught you how to use them?" Brett scratched his head and smiled. "My grandfather was a blacksmith, and he loved forging these sorts of weapons. I treated throwing stars as my toys since I had nothing better to do. Over time, I became adept at them and realized they were indispensable to my life." Adrian was surprised. Brett’s skills were on par with Mya and Gloria's sniping skills, and there were times when throwing stars was more practical in combat. Enemies would find it difficult to catch onto the throwers'