The three elders of the Divine Fists School had never seen Isabella before. It was Warwick's men who had brought the girl here. They thought that the girl was Isabella, not knowing that Warwick had played them.
Isaac kicked down the dungeon door and quickly gathered the little girl into his arms.
Tapping on his earpiece, he said quietly, "Black Phoenix, the rescue target was incorrect. We've dropped the ball. Locate Isabella right away."
"Copy!"
Once Isaac had carried the little girl from the low-rise building to the front yard, he saw that the students were all on the ground, all of them seizing violently, their faces pallid.
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