“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 another


    attacker.


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


    combat.


    “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 copsing, his final shot taking


    down the assant.


    Marcus, watching Derek fall at his feet, felt hisposure falter for a moment. He immediately pulled


    Derek behind the safety of a tree.


    “Derek!”


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


    “Mr. Thomas.


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    “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 and


    struck Bruce’s shoulder de.


    Blood sprayed onto a nearby face.


    “Master, master…”


    At that moment, Han arrived, a ghostly figure in the darkness. He slid into the shadows and released


    a rapid volley of five shots, each one finding 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 nced out at the


    relentless 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.