Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1544


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1544


    As Larry’s personal bodyguard, Caspian would be fired without a doubt if he failed to show up in times


    of crisis.


    “Don’t worry.” Caspianforted Joan. “Boss has this covered!”


    Regarding Larry’sbat skills, Caspian had nothing but the deepest admiration and trust.


    Seeing Joan safe and unharmed with Caspian by her side, Larry breathed a sigh of relief before turning


    his undivided attention upon the four assassins in front of him.


    As someone who had intense training and life or death experiences, the assassins were far more


    deadly inparison to the thugs on the streets. Their moves were seamlessly in tune with each other,


    showing that they had trained together for years. Each strike of the des was carefully calcted with


    extreme precision. Any blow could have been vital to Larry.


    If they were up against any other person, they would havepletely ughtered the victim by then.


    But this wasn’t any other person. This was Larry Norton.


    As skilled as the assassins were, Larry could still easily spot their many weaknesses and loopholes.


    After all, with Larry’s past, this was nothing but a mere child’s y.


    Within minutes, the four assassins copsed to the ground, clutching their broken arms or legs and


    wailing in agony.


    Larry calmly straightened his shirt that had been messed up in the fight and walked away as if nothing


    had happened. With huge strides, he made his way towards Joan.


    “ze! Don’t move!”


    Just as the three of them thought it was over, an icy voice rang out.


    Larry turned his head slowly towards the direction of the voice. The assassin that Caspian had kicked


    to the ground had climbed up from his fall and was standing with a gun in his hand, aiming it at Larry.


    “You better stay still, or even I wouldn’t know what might happen.”


    The assassin bared his teeth as he looked at Larry, his finger fixated on the trigger. Seeing his mates


    sprawling on the floor, anger, and resentment coursed through his veins as he wanted nothing more


    than to shoot Larry to death.


    “You shouldn’t be rash either. If the gun goes off, it’ll be over for you too,” replied Larry slowly with no


    hint of fear in his voice.


    “Silence! Don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t kill you, even if it means being decapitated!” roared the


    assassin ferociously. Larry’s nonchnce seemed to be an insult to his pride.


    “Is that so? Well then, go ahead!” Larry gave a dryugh as he pointed to his own chest.


    “Come on. Shoot me here, and you would be .”


    Larry smirked, inching closer to the assassin with each word he spoke.


    “Don’te any closer! Or I’m really going to shoot!”


    Consumed by rage, the assassin red intently at Larry. His fingers flexed as he slowly began to pull


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    the trigger.


    Just then, a hand appeared and snatched the gun out of his grasp.


    It was Caspian! The bodyguard had begun sneaking behind the assassin the second he saw the gun.


    Seeing Caspian’s movement, Larry quickly caught on and provoked the assassin as a distraction.


    Bang!


    The deafening sound of the gunshot reverberated throughout the dark of night.


    As the gun was being snatched away, the assassin still pulled the trigger.


    Caspian sucked in a deep breath before swinging a heavy fist at the back of the assassin’s head. The


    As the danger resolved, Caspian slowly lowered himself to the ground, clutching his stomach.


    “Caspian, are you alright?”


    Joan, who had been standing at the side the entire time, hurried towards Caspian. Larry followed


    closely behind her, his eyes filled with worry and concern.


    “It’s alright, I’m fine. The bullet had merely grazed my stomach.”


    Caspian grinned good-naturally at Joan and Larry.


    “Good. That’s good.”


    Joan let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she felt an invisible weight lifted off her


    shoulders.


    “Roll up your shirt. Let me take a look,” ordered Larry sternly with a nk expression.


    Seeing Larry’s cold look, Caspian immediately rolled up his shirt, keeping a wary eye at Larry like a


    helpless mouse being cornered by a cat.


    Larry looked at the wound and frowned slightly. Caspian was right about the bullet not prating into


    his stomach, but Larry wouldn’t say Caspian was “grazed” either. A wound about a few inches long was


    strewn across Caspian’s stomach, causing warm blood to trickle down slowly.