My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 706

Chapter 706

Ashlyn crouched down and ripped apart the shirt of one of those men in black who was lying on the ground, dead.

Indeed! A large letter “Z” was tattooed in the middle of his chest.

As the raindrops pounded on the man's chest, his tattoo turned into a deep shade of purple, which looked so disturbing that it sent shivers down one's spine.

Ashlyn realized that the masked man was merely using the antidote as bait to draw her into his trap.

He had never intended to give her the antidote. Convinced that that was the case, the woman leaped up and launched a sudden attack on the mysterious masked man who was surrounded by the men in black.

Under his subordinates' protection, the man was about to escape.

However, with a howl of the wind, Ashlyn delivered a forceful punch to his back at the speed of lightning!

The impact of the attack sent the masked man flying before he landed heavily on the ground with water splashing everywhere.

Ashlyn had put her full strength into that blow, and it was almost impossible for anyone to withstand it.

Lying on the ground, the masked man spewed out a mouthful of blood.

He stared at Ashlyn blankly while covering his chest with one hand.

Despite the excruciating pain he felt, the man was still struggling to prop himself up. However, while he was trying to do that, Ashlyn was already approaching him.

Even though a few of the man's subordinates were dashing toward him from a distance not far away, they were no match for Ashlyn's speed!

Just like the god of death, the woman was moving toward the masked man at high speed, and just in a blink of an eye, she was already standing next to him.

Ashlyn crouched down and ripped apart the shirt of one of those men in black who was lying on the ground, dead.

Enduring the intense pain, the man stood up, preparing to receive Ashlyn's blow.

However, once again... Bam! He got hit by Ashlyn and collapsed to the ground.

From that strike, there was one thing that the woman was able to ascertain.

She had come to the conclusion that the masked man was not the same one she had met at the Whitland Villa previously. The other masked man exuded an aura a few times more powerful than the man in front of her right then. He also had a much sharper and colder look in his eyes.

Who could that man be?

Meanwhile, Ashlyn lifted her foot and stomped on the masked man's chest. As she did that, a stream of blood trickled out of the man's mouth.

The rain continued to ding furiously off the tin roof, accumulating puddles of water on the ground.

The storm seemed to be out of control with thunder roaring and lightning flashing across the sky continuously.

The masked man felt a sharp pain with every rain drop falling on him.

Pointing her silver handgun between the man's brows, Ashlyn asked in a frosty voice, “Who are you?”

Having said that, she bent down, and just when her fingers were about to touch the man's black mask, he started to speak.

“I...”

The moment he opened his mouth, he started coughing out blood.

“Who I am is not important. Isn't your sister-in-law's life more important?” The man let out a sinister and arrogant laugh before continuing, “As long as you let me go, I'll give you the antidote!”