Chapter 933: Is She Alright?
Behind them, a fierce battle erupted. They were outnumbered byrge, only Timothy left with
Stanford, while the rest of the guards remained and fought them.
He only required a car to transport Stanford and the others to safety.
"There are cars in the front," Timothy, who was leading the way, exhaled a sigh of relief as he
noticed a car passing by on the roadside.
Their injuries were so severe that Phoebe couldn''t hold it any longer; if they had a car, they could at
least get some rest.
"I''ll go stop a car," Timothy said as he strode toward the roadside. It was a small side road beside
the main road, and despite the fact that there weren''t many cars passing by, Timothy was lucky
enough to see one approaching when he arrived.
He immediately extended his arm in an attempt to stop the car, but it sped up and drove past him.
"What a heart-hearted man! He didn''t even stop for a handsome man like me. The driver must be
an ugly bloke," he grumbled to himself.
But he didn''t give up and continued trying.
Stanford approached slowly and said, "It''s useless, you need to force them to stop."
“Why?” Timothy was perplexed because, in his opinion, people were generally kind and willing to
help.
Stanford was weak and refused to speak, so he stared silently at Timothy''s clothes.
Timothy followed his gaze and noticed his shirt was blood blotted, making him look like a scary
lunatic.
No one would ever stop for a person looking like this.
"Fine. So I have to be violent…" he said helplessly as he shook his head and managed to forcefully
stop a car a few momentster.
The driver was a middle-aged man who got out of the car shuddering, with fear on his face.
"Please don''t kill me, this is what I have, take it and let me live," the man begged as he took out all
of his valuables.
Timothy was at a loss for words. This man misinterpreted him!
But he didn''t exin; instead, he pushed him to the side and handed him a bank card.
"I''m buying your car with the two hundred thousand dors on this card; leave immediately if you
want to live."
Both Timothy''s hands and the card were bloodstained; the man trembled even more while holding
the card and cried out, "No, no, the car is free, take it, I promise I won''t go to the police. Please
spare my life."
Timothy took a deep breath, looked at him, and repeatedly told himself to calm down. "I''ll kill you in
the next minute if you don''t get lost with the card!" Timothy couldn''t hold back his rage anymore and
shouted.
The driver was so terrified that he pissed his pants and nearly passed out on the road. Despite the
fact that it was frightening, he did not waste a second and ran for his life without hesitation.
Timothy had his anger under control after the driver left, he opened the car door and turned to
Stanford, saying, "Get on now, let''s go."
“Okay.” Stanford carefully ced Phoebe in the car. As he was about to enter, a stun gun baton was
thrown at him from a distance, aimed at his head.
He was able to dodge while also closing the car door.
The next thing he knew, dozens of guards were chasing them from behind, while a few more
appeared in front of them from the woods, surrounding them.
"They are here," Collin stood up and supported himself with one hand on the car, his face as white
as paper.
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"Let''s perish together!" he yelled out.
"Stop, calm down, don''t act recklessly, I made a promise to keep you alive," Timothy said, pulling
out two stun gun batons and holding one in each hand.
"Mr. Fraser, Mr. Campbell, stay calm and drive away while I go forward and disperse them."
"You alone..." Collin paused for a moment.
"I''m fine, but all of you are hurt, so you can''t stay here; get in the car right now!"
Timothy said as he stormed towards the group of people wielding the batons!
Collin and Stanford exchanged a nce and agreed to do as they were told.
They were all aware of the harsh reality that in order to survive on a battlefield, one must be
decisive. Though fighting over a hundred enemies was difficult for Timothy, they were of no help
even if they stayed; instead, they would be his burden. As a result, leaving was the best
option.
Collin was about to get into the driver''s seat when he heard someone puke in the car. He turned to
see Phoebe, who was vomiting blood and leaned on the seat behind him with her eyes closed and
hands pressing on her chest.
Stanford''s face stiffened instantly, "Phoebe," he wanted to storm towards her but forced himself to
stop and take the wheel instead.
"Take a look at her, Collin," he said, knowing Collin was the doctor and knew better than him.
Despite his concern about Phoebe''s condition, he had to remain calm and rational and let Phoebe
be taken care by a professional.
Collin stepped into the back seat without hesitation, and Stanford stepped on the gas, causing the
car to elerate to full speed.
While all of this was going on, Timothy stormed towards the crowd, fighting and knocking down a
few of the guards, he managed to disperse the crowd.
Stanford, on the other hand, sprinted directly towards a smaller group of people. A few guards flew
away after being knocked down by him, but this did not slow him down; instead, he sped up,
ignoring the car shook from the crash just now.
Seeing this, the remaining guards immediately dodged, giving Stanford the opportunity to flee.
"Hurry up and chase them down; don''t let them get away!" One of the guards yelled.
Timothy used the batons to knock down a few more guards at the same time. He stood in the
middle of the road, blocking their path and staring at them. "Your opponent is me," he snarled.
The front of the car was dented and tainted with blood, but that didn''t stop Stanford; he was worried
and kept an eye on Phoebe through the rearview mirror; he frowned even more when he saw
Phoebe was still vomiting blood.
"Is she alright?" he asked nervously.