2153 The Feast of the White Wolves

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan was not far from the two people fleeing him, tailing right behind them.

Babbitt immediately saw Mo Fan, who had a dark Aura around him. He grinned with disdain. Mo Fan was not far from the two, obviously following them.

Babbitt patted Kachasa's back softly. He even slid his hand down to her waist. He knew it was her sensitive spot. She was willing to use any posture whenever he touched it."So you are the one who's trying to kill my baby?" Babbitt asked Mo Fan calmly.

Kachasa was twenty years old. Babbitt had trained her for twelve years. No woman was more pleasing to his eyes than her in every aspect.

Now someone was trying to kill her?

Even though she always kidnapped beautiful young ladies and sold them to nobles in remote places as playthings, it was not her fault. She had ended up in his hands the same way.