Chapter 927

Brent stared at Andrew, his gaze flickering with wariness. He had seen this face before—right before he lost consciousness. If Andrew had been one of the people hunting him, he wouldn't be alive right now. Not only that, but his wounds had been bandaged. That alone told him Andrew was likely the one who saved him. But Andrew remained unreadable, his tone calm yet firm. "I wouldn't be so sure I saved you just yet. First, tell me—who were those people chasing you, and why?" Brent hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. Then, a deep sadness crept into his expression. "My name is Brent Donovan. I'm from the Donovan family in Crane City." His voice was low, laced with grief, each word carrying the weight of an unbearable loss. His eyes, empty and unfocused, seemed to drift back to a night drenched in blood. "As for the ones who were hunting me… I don't know who they are. They came out of nowhere, and they deliberately hid their identities." A shadow passed over B