"Anderson, this guy's pretty strong." Dusha wore sunglasses, and her golden hair was tied with a bow made of pure gold.
Holding infrared binoculars, she could vaguely make out the battle on the bridge.
The rather handsome Anderson pursed his lips. Beneath the ruddy Crimson Moon, he wound his bangs around his index finger, over and over.
"He's surprisingly strong. My brother was already a genius. No wonder this guy managed to kill him."
He felt irritated.
After assessing both sides' strength, Anderson realized, to his dismay, that even with all four of them together, their chances of winning were probably slim.
"Let's just attack. If we kill him, your father should start taking you seriously, and you'll be able to inherit part of the family fortune." Owen, the boy with the ear stud, was growing impatient.
"Owen, you need to fix that temper. Keep your second personality under control, or it'll get you into trouble sooner or later." The fourth noble scion, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. He was thickset, with skin fairer than a woman's, a buzz cut, and a thick gold chain across his chest.
At that, Owen looked at his companion, keeping his voice low. "Simon, we've grown up together. We all know each other's situations. None of us is first in line to inherit our family's fortune. Now, all we have to do is kill Xu Ye, and Anderson will receive enough wealth to make us all stronger."
The stocky, fair-skinned boy froze, then lowered his head.
Anderson made the final call. "It's still early. Let's wait a little longer."
The entire Crimson Training Camp had descended into a chaotic melee.
Though the Heartless were powerful, those who had made it here were no pushovers either. After the initial panic, some