‘It’s Cristofer!’ Estelle thought. She quickly opened her eyes and then saw Cristofer, who was all in black and wearing a dark gray helmet. Without hesitation, Cristofer picked both Estelle and Christina up and then settled them on the motorcycle’s seat.

“Hahaha! Mr. Klein is right. As long as we attacked Estelle, this man would appear!”

“Cut the crap. Let’s catch them!” Jerry growled.

Jerry and Carl then took out their knives from their pockets and rushed toward Cristofer. ...