Chapter 963

Wyatt's relaxed demeanor truly stunned Faith. "Hold on a second. I'm a little tired!" Faith called out in frustration as she watched Wyatt dashing forward with all his might. Wyatt turned back and sprinted over to Faith like a whirlwind. He nearly laughed out loud when he saw her condition. Her cheeks were flushed red like burning coals, and beads of sweat rolled down her graceful figure. She looked quite exhausted. "What's in your bag? It's quite heavy," Wyatt asked, noticing her fatigue and trying to make conversation. "There's an AK-47, two handguns, three grenades, and 300 rounds of ammunition," Faith replied, panting. "Why are you bringing so many firearms? Are you gearing up for a war?" Wyatt asked surprisedly. Faith rolled her eyes. "How am I supposed to handle Frederick alone if a fight breaks out? It's safer with these weapons!" she exclaimed. "Heh." Wyatt couldn't help chuckling. These weapons were unnecessary. He alone had the power to take on an army. "By the way,