Alex was sullen as he said, “Lead the way, quickly.”

“Yes, yes, yes. Master Alex, This way please. Princess Fleur is recovering in the ward in the backyard.” One of them said quickly.

Hell’s Angel was very big, it was much bigger than Yowell Manor.

As the base of the king of California’s underworld, of course it had its own healing area and doctors on their payroll.

Alex hurried and walked in, only to find the unconscious Waltz lying on the bed.

At the moment, there was no sign of her usual beautiful, charming face that she usually had.

Her entire body was covered in wounds. Her usually devastatingly beautiful face was red and swollen with large bruises, looking no different than a pig’s head.

After activating his Third Eye to check Waltz’s condition, he was boiling with anger.

As expected, her energy core had been shattered. The cultivation efforts of her inner force of Mystic rank were lost irrevocably.

“Who hurt our Waltz?”

Alex held Waltz’s wrist, carefully checking