Bruce was carrying a gun, and his chiseled features were flushed by the flames.
He looked haughty with a cold face, and every movement was like that of a noble prince.
Like he was in control of the situation in such a harsh condition.
Hilla looked at Bruce in a daze. She was shocked not because of how handsome he was, but because of the two shots, he had fired just now. He had actually hit them in their heads.
It was as fast as two shots firing at the same time, with this high-level accuracy.
Although Hilla believed that she would not be a burden to Bruce in this game, she
did not expect Bruce's skill...
Thinking back to the ten shots he fired with her hand in the shooting range, she really knew very little about him.
She had been teasing Bruce about his ability to survive in the wild, but now she believed that he could really protect her.
"M-Mr. Anderson, I didn't know this was your food. We just followed the light of fire..."
