“Enough talk. There’s someone approaching at nine o’clock,” Marcus interrupted.

Reacting instantly, Derek raised his weapon and fired in the specified direction, eliminating anotherattacker.

But as he pulled back, Derek’s eyes caught sight of a gun aimed at Marcus, who was still engaged incombat.

“Mr. Thomas, move!”

Derek’s voice was filled with urgency as he sprinted toward Marcus.

In the next breath, a bullet found its mark in Derek’s chest.

Driven by sheer determination, Derek managed to return fire before collapsing, his final shot takingdown the assailant.

Marcus, watching Derek fall at his feet, felt his composure falter for a moment. He immediately pulledDerek behind the safety of a tree.

“Derek!”

Derek’s eyes were wide, his mouth stained with blood.

“Mr. Thomas.

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Stay… safe…”

“Hold on, I’ll get you to the hospital,” Marcus vowed.

Without hesitation, Marcus raised his weapon, firing a lethal shot that sliced through the crowd andstruck Bruce’s shoulder blade.

Blood sprayed onto a nearby face.

“Master, master…”

At that moment, Harlan arrived, a ghostly figure in the darkness. He slid into the shadows and releaseda rapid volley of five shots, each one replaceing its target.

“Master, we’re under attack from behind,” someone reported, supporting the injured Bruce.

“Retreat.”

In the dead of night, the door remained unmoving. Millie rose from the sofa and glanced out at therelentless rain. Could Marcus still be kneeling out there?

He was wounded, and she knew his injury could worsen.

Pondering for a moment, Millie decided to call Derek.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is powered off.”

Derek’s phone had been lost in the altercation.

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