Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Carlos was silent.

He wanted to say it wasn't like that.

He didn't want to dominate Zhao's life.

He's just trying to make her better.

But he was too pale to argue with her.

Carlos whispered, "You're not a grown man, and I have a duty to arrange everything for you. ”

Zhao shook his head: “You don't have to explain. I know everything. ”

She grows up: “Your Royal Highness, you just never think of me as someone who can truly be treated equally. ”

Carlos is stuck.

Azhao said softly: "I am in your eyes only a weak, poor, weak little beast who needs care and compassion. ”

“Instead of having a single mind and personality, it can even help you, and your equal female beast. ”

Carlos opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

He took it for granted that he was protecting his female beast.

But that's not what he seems to think of the little beast.

Zhao said: “You think you care for me, but you never asked me if I needed you like this...”

She hasn't finished her speech and her face is suddenly changing.

At the same moment, Carlos grabbed Zhao's arm and pulled it into his arms. The whole person rolled over two times.

“Bang," the ground splashed with fire.

More than a dozen masked Black Orcs surrounded them both.

The men did not give a shit, but raised their hands and fired at the two men.

Carlos held Azhao in his arms and avoided several waves of attacks, pushed him around the corner and started fighting back.

Attacks are the best defense at times like this.

The dozen men were apparently professionally trained killers, acting simply without dragging the mud and in every move to kill only the two targets.

Carlos was entwined for a while.

Just as he shot a black assassin in front of him, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

His subconscious look behind him - that's where he pushed Azhao into hiding.

No, no, no!

His body shocked and his subconscious turned.

At this time, the most distracting, the gunshot sounded in his ear, Carlos risked avoiding the point, and the bullet rubbed his arm past, causing a burning sensation.

But he doesn't care at all.

He just thinks he can make it.

His little girl was so small, so thin and soft that she could blow people away with a louder voice.

How could she face these brutal killers?

What if...

Carlos didn't dare think down.

He pulled a short blade out of his waist and simply resolved the two surrounding killers. He turned around and rushed to the place where Azhao was located.

Still a little late.

He watched the man in black enter the dead end.

Immediately after--

“Bang" shot.

For a moment, Carlos just felt his blood clotting.

The air suddenly became cooler, entering the body through the nostrils, like a sharp blade, cutting people into dirty pain.

Dangerous perceptions passed from behind, Carlos's faceless side, dodged, backhanded, nailed a dead man to the wall.

He dodged the bullet in the rear, but not the blade from the left.

Less than a wink, the cold blade had approached his arm, and his skin had felt the cold killing, like a shady snake.

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5 more finished.

Good night, big boys. Oh.