Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 709 The Life-or-death Moment (Part Four)

His motion was quick and smooth. After scarcely two minutes, the four men all lay down on the ground.

Brian paid a cold glance at the men groaning on the ground. A hint of indifference flashed through his eyes, and he strode into the warehouse.

The masked woman sat on a chair at the center of the warehouse. A dozen of men stood solemnly around her like pillars.

"Mr. Brian Long, you're worthy of your name," the woman slowly said, "I'm sorry that my men out there didn't greet you politely."

Brian stood still with his hands in his pockets. Although he was one facing a dozen, the aloof arrogance in his face didn't change. He stared at the masked woman, and his eyes gradually deepened as he asked, "Where's Molly?"

"You want to see her?" The woman grinned briefly before she turned her eyes to a man standing next to her. The man nodded and turned on the screen of a monitor at a side.

Brian glanced coldly at the screen. Molly looked like something the cat dragged in, her whole body covered in blood that Brian couldn't even see where the wounds were or how badly she was injured.

She bowed her head wearily, her face stained with blood and tears. A man standing aside was holding a knife in his hand and would create new wounds at any time.

Brian's eyes were filled with outrageous fury. He looked towards the woman and said, "You took the tracker out of her!"

"Bingo!" the woman replied with a smile, "But it's too late now. If you dare to take one step out of this warehouse, my man will kill her at once! Brian, you have no chance of winning at all." Brian narrowed his eyes in exasperation. He asked in a cold voice, "What do you want?"

"I want nothing," the woman showed no intention of negotiating, "I want nothing except for seeing her struggling in despair. I feel great when I see her suffering and being tortured." Brian's eyes darkened.

"Bri! Leave now! Leave me alone! Go now!" Molly's hysterical voice came from the monitor as she cried heavily. She didn't want to confirm anything now and only wished for his safety.

Brian listened to her painful cries and felt his heart wrenching. Withdrawing his eyes from the screen, he fixed his furious eyes at the woman and spat, "Fly, you take revenge on Molly for the old grudges of the last generation. Don't you think that I should take revenge on you in exchange?"

Upon hearing his words, Molly raised her head in shock. She couldn't imagine that the masked woman was actually Fly, her colleague at the Sasha Music Troupe.

"Mr. Brian Long, it seems that I still underestimate you," Fly said as she slowly took off her mask and showed her face. She continued in her usual voice, "All of my great efforts to mislead you are wasted, and you still guessed my identity so easily." "No, not at all," Brian replied casually as he tried to think out a solution to save Molly, "I didn't realize it was you until now. Actually, I was thinking that it was Little Cutie."

Fly smiled and threw the mask onto the floor as she stepped towards Brian. She wasn't afraid that Brian would catch her to threaten her men, because every one of them had experienced the most tragic departure. She commanded, "Surrender your gun now." A hint of hesitation flashed in Brian's eyes. Fly continued, "I need to finish it before your men discover here."

Brian still didn't give in. Immediately, Molly let out a groan of pain from the monitor. Brian glanced at the screen and saw the man stabbing the knife into her shoulder.

Violent rage flowed in his eyes, but he had no other choice but to take out his gun and hand it to Fly. Fly noticed the blue diamond inset into his gun, and the calm look on her face changed. She asked in shock, "You're from the XK Intelligence Agency?"

She had read her father's diary when she was learning about reconnaissance. Because of that, she knew a bit about that mysterious intelligence agency and mercenary army. In one page of the diary, her father mentioned about a man who was from the XK Intelligence Agency. Like Brian's, his gun was inset with a coloured diamond.

Brian didn't reply to her question but said flatly, "I can fulfill your every demand if you let Molly go. I can even help you to overturn the parties which shielded Justin Yan in the past."

Snapping out of her trance, Fly sneered coldly and said, "I'm more interested in Molly." She quickly disassembled the gun and threw the part with the diamond into a man's hand. The man pocketed it and left the warehouse.

"Bri, please! Leave now..." Molly's weak voice came from the monitor.

"Slap!" Her words were discontinued with a slap across her face.

Brian ground his teeth and his temple quivered with fury. He warned angrily, "Fly, I will definitely repay everything you did to Molly back to you."

"Only if you can survive to do that," Fly laughed grimly and turned to her men, "Tie him up now."

"No, no! Bri, I beg you. Run, run, now!"

Brian felt his heart aching as he heard Molly's cries. His eyes turned red when he saw Molly's wounds bleeding heavily, but he could do nothing but to wait for his chance.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The man who was about to tie him up was taken aback by the murderous aura around him and dared not approach him.

A shade of wickedness surged in Fly's eyes. She snapped her fingers, and another moan of Molly came from the other end of the monitor.

Brian closed his eyes in agony. He tightened his lips as he opened his eyes and stared at Fly viciously. The man then walked up to him and tied his hands respectively behind his neck and back. He was forced to kneel down, and his legs were tied folded with the rest of the rope. The man tied him up in this specific way so that he wouldn't be able to move his arms and legs a bit.

Molly observed this scene in the screen as she bit her lips tightly and sobbed quietly. She didn't allow herself to let out any sound because she didn't want Brian to get distracted by her. She still hoped that Brian could seize an opportunity to flee away.

Her teeth cut the skin on her lips, and blood started to drip down. The red blood flowed through her jaw and stained her neck.

But she paid no attention to the hurt on her body. Her mind was already overwhelmed with heart-broken feelings.

Her tears flowed through the wounds in her face, and the pricking pains sobered her up.

She stared at Brian's stone-cold face in the screen, and she slowly shook her head with anguish flowing in her eyes. She thought to herself, 'This is all my fault!'

"Fly, let her go now, and I won't blame it on you," Brian said in a quiet voice as if he didn't understand who was the one in danger, although great fury was smouldering in his eyes.

Fly replied with a cold sneer, "Even though I would die because of it, I must let her live the rest of her life in agony."

With that, she pulled a katana from its sheath holding by a man. As Molly was screaming with horror, she slashed at Brian's chest with the blade. Blood spilled out over the edge of the blade. Hearing Molly's hysterical cries, Fly burst into crazy laughters. "Fly! Stop! Stop now!"

Fly only paid Molly a casual glance. Seeing the sweat on Brian's forehead, she raised up her hand and left another slash.

"No!" Molly cried out crazily. She looked at Brian's collar which was quickly stained red with blood, and she was pained by misery.

The corner of Brian's mouth twitched slightly, but he tried to keep calm, "Fly, let her go."

"Gee, what a great thing love is!" Fly clicked her tongue mockingly, "I know you still have the ability to fight, but for her sake, you don't resist a bit even under attack." She turned back to look at the monitor, "Molly, did you see that? This is your husband, a man who loves you so deeply that he won't hesitate to sacrifice his own life for you. Does your heart ache now?"

"Fly, let him go, let him go now! You can deal with me as you like!" Molly shouted in despair. Tears blurred her vision and stung the wounds in her face, yet she only cared about Brian who was bleeding heavily at that moment. [D