Even those rcenaries who had been traversing the underworld for years, with bloodstained hands, couldn’t help but feel a chill down their spines, their legs trembling.
"Miss Serena is so cool!!!"
Chase Sherman couldn’t help but exclaim with glowing eyes.
Seeing the young girl protect him so, the blood loss had left Damian Quinn’s handso face pale, yet it still broke into a faint smile, indulgently gazing at her.
"Damn! This woman is too arrogant!"
The group of rcenaries snapped back to reality, embarrassed and angry at being scared by a woman just now.
"Damn it, another one rushing to their death..."
The leading rcenary was cursing, but when he heard the command from the other side of the walkie-talkie, his face changed instantly, not daring to delay, and imdiately shouted.
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
Watching them retreat in a panic, Serena Everett squinted her eyes slightly.
They were so arrogant just now, but as soon as they saw her, they retreated imdiately, which was really strange...
"Chase them! Capture them alive."
The girl’s cold and stunning voice rang out.
"Yes, Alliance Hierarch!"
The Hidden Guard following behind Serena Everett imdiately responded respectfully.
Serena could no longer suppress her worry for the man, and quickly walked over.
"Why did you co in person?"
Rembering that the young girl had only suffered from the side effects of the X Potion yesterday and her body was still weak, the man’s brows furrowed deeply.
"I’m worried about you."
Hearing this, Damian Quinn curled his lips and pulled the girl into his arms, his gaze burning as he stared at her.
The young girl was showing such care for him for the first ti...
"Baby, got the Red Blood Herb."
Seeing him protect the Red Blood Herb without any damage while his white shirt was stained red with blood, Serena Everett’s long lashes trembled slightly.
"You’re injured..."
"Brother’s fine."
Not wanting the young girl to worry, the man nonchalantly curled his thin lips, soothing her with a deep, magnetic softness.
"It’s just a minor injury."
A minor injury? If it were minor, his face wouldn’t be so pale!
Serena pressed her red lips tightly, the killing intent in her heart surging even more.
Those who hurt him deserve to die!
"Let see the wound."
As soon as she finished speaking, the girl reached out to pull at his clothes.
"Brother really is fine..."
Damian Quinn raised his hand to block her, not wanting the young girl to see his grueso wound and be worried.
Serena didn’t speak, raising her beautiful fox-like eyes stubbornly at him.
The man, most unable to bear seeing the young girl like this, had no choice but to compromise as his long, narrow, deep eyes reflected helplessness.
"Back to the car, brother will show you."
Even at this ti, Master Damian rembered to maintain gentlemanly virtues!
Chase Sherman silently sighed in his heart, then tactfully led the others away quietly.
As soon as they got in the car, Serena began to pull at the man’s clothes, seemingly rough in movents, yet every action was gentle in reality, carefully avoiding his wounds.
Damian Quinn leaned back in the seat without a word, indulging the young girl’s actions, looking just like a young bride being bullied by a tyrant in ancient tis...
"This is the minor injury you ntioned?"
The clothes were pulled back, revealing the true extent of his injuries.
The man was shot in the abdon, the flesh and blood blurred...
Serena pressed her red lips tightly, quickly moved to treat the wound, her voice trembling slightly.
"The bullet went deep, you need surgery to remove it as soon as possible."
"Brother will listen to you."
Damian Quinn raised his hand, cupping the girl’s small face, his fingertips gently touching her slightly reddened eyes, his deep, magnetic voice full of heartache.
"Don’t cry..."
Seeing the young girl’s tears pained him more than these gunshot wounds.
...
Half an hour later, the helicopter reached The Netherworld Syndicate.
The First Elder and Second Elder were already waiting, their brows imdiately furrowing deeply upon seeing the severely injured Damian Quinn.
"Please, Second Elder, perform the surgery to remove the bullet."
Though injured, the man still exuded a formidable presence, showing no sign of weakness.
Upon hearing this, the Second Elder’s eyes widened in disbelief: "Serena’s dical skills surpass ours by far, and you chose for the surgery?!"
Damian Quinn curled his lips, his deep magnetic voice tinged with helplessness, yet upon closer listening, it was full of affection.
"I don’t want my little girl to worry."
He had more than just the wound on his abdon, and thinking about how the young girl looked at his abdominal wound earlier, he dared not let her see any more wounds.
First Elder, Second Elder: "..."
Had they just been force-fed a spoonful of dog food?!
The Second Elder wasted no ti and imdiately prepared for the surgery.
Watching the man being pushed into the operating room, Serena’s sharp gaze finally fell on Chase Sherman.
"What happened at the Nigh Auction?"
Chase Sherman imdiately recounted everything: "After the Nigh Auction ended, Master Damian brought the Red Blood Herb back to The Netherworld Syndicate, but we were ambushed halfway. It seed like the rcenaries knew our route inside out!"
"What’s more strange is that the car was tampered with, and an explosion occurred. If Master Damian hadn’t noticed in ti, our group would have perished in that explosion..."
Serena’s beautiful, upturned fox-like eyes narrowed dangerously. The car had been driven out from The Netherworld Syndicate; in theory, it should have been perfectly safe, yet sothing still went wrong...
"Also, Miss Serena, we found this on the attackers."
After speaking, Chase Sherman handed over what was in his hand to her.
Upon seeing what Chase Sherman was holding, Serena’s pupils suddenly contracted, her exquisite face showing rare disbelief.
It was the insignia of Lucas’s Elite Guard...
Reviews
All reviews (0)