Chapter 213 Killing The Ultimate Rage (Part Three)


    They were either groaning in pain or lying there unconscious.


    Philip scoured the area around him. Though the sheer number of people Shawn had brought along


    frightened him, he did not reveal those emotions in front of them. He picked himself up and strove to


    remain calm as he spoke,"You cannot harm me, not unless you want to offend Aaron. He said he would


    assure my safety on this ind."


    It was true that no one would dare oppose Aaron, whether on QY Ind or any other ce. That was


    also one of the reasons why Philip went more rampant. His auction exchange was also in many ways


    under Aaron''s protection.


    Shawn smiled wickedly at him and in a split second, that smile faded away as if a snowstorm blew over


    and left everything behind frozen. "All you need to know is that no one would live once Brian decides


    that he wants them dead," he said furiously.


    In an instant, Shawn leapt up from the ground and kicked Philip square in the face. Reflexively, Philip


    crossed his arms over his head to protect his face from the blow. Shawn used his crossed arms as


    support for his one leg as he took a brisk turn in the air and kicked straight at Philip''s chest with his


    other leg.


    Philip regained his footing after taking several steps backwards. He felt a warm, rusty smell wafting in


    his mouth and a thin stream of blood appeared from the corner of his mouth and trickled along his chin.


    Shawn watched Philip in disgust,"I hate it the most when someone tries to intimidate me," he said


    defiantly.


    Shawn swooped forward for a second strike. And Philip, after receiving his first hit, was now wary and


    annoyed. The two men instantly went into a severe tussle, they shattered and destroyed each other


    under the deathly stillness of the night that echoed the rustling of the hollow noise.


    The brawl went on for about twenty minutes, till Shawn got bored and decided to end it. While Philip


    was still struggling to avoid being hit, Shawn swiftly reached out and thrust his fist towards Philip and


    punched him in the temple.


    "Argh! Umph!"


    Philip shrieked out in pain. And finally, he fell. A gust of blood shot out of his mouth and made an arc in


    the air as he copsed. He convulsed severely on the ground and his blood spraying out continuously


    from his mouth, drenching the ground around him. His entrails were damaged, his ribs were broken


    and that in turn hurt his liver.


    Gradually, his eyes lost theirst re of light, slowly fading away until it waspletely extinguished.


    He would have never in his life imagined that hisst day on earth would end like this and that his life


    would be taken by such a man.


    Shawn stooped down and looked scornfully at Philip, whoid there with blood still gushing out and


    spreading around his body. "Dump them in the sea and feed this man to the sharks. Clean this mess! I


    don''t want to see a speck of blood in this ce," he said, in a steady, emotionless tone.


    "Yes, sir!" the mercenary responded.


    Shawn got into his car, took out a towel from the car drawer and wiped his wound stains from the fight.


    He then casually threw the towel out of the window. After he smoothened his hair with his fingers, he


    started the engine and left, and it was as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a


    game.


    The moon slowly sloped down the sky and sunk atst.


    Dawn was upon the Eastern sea. The sun finally peeped his head out sheepishly from above the


    horizon and everything seemed to havee back to life. The clouds glistened in the golden light, like


    young girls dressed in colorful bright dresses, boisterous and excited for their uing party. The


    water, after the night''splete darkness and stillness, now began to ripple in the light wind, the


    golden light made the waters look blushed and amused, as if she had been waiting for the sun toe


    out and kiss her on the cheek.


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    Brian stood by the window, motionless. The whole night, his eyes were fixed on the moon which was


    floating on the sea surface under the shadow of the night. From the moment the world was swallowed


    by the darkness of the night till the first glimpse of dawn broke through the horizon, he stood there in


    complete stillness, like a statue. Rage, guilt, sorrow, hatred, distress, helplessness...all of these mixed


    emotions haunted him; he waspletely absorbed in his own thoughts. The doctor''s words echoed in


    his mind, ''She might not be able to speak again.''


    "Uhh..."


    A shattered, hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence and brought him out of his trance and he turned


    around. Molly was awake. He saw her wriggling on the bed with her mouth open, struggling to speak.


    The severe pain in her throat obstructed her voice froming out and she could only make some


    vague sounds.


    Brian walked over in a hurry and sat down beside her. He patted her cheeks gently with his palm and


    called her,"Mol? Mol..."


    She frowned due to the intense pain in her throat, her eyshes fluttered gently as shey suffering.


    She heard Brian''s voice, which was steady and attractive and solicitous. She felt like she was in a


    dream. She wanted to see him, wanted to reach out to him. Slowly, she opened her eyes.


    "Bri?"


    Brian stooped down and brought his face close to her''s, anxious to see if she would wake up fully and


    hoped for a miracle to happen. As she opened her eyes faintly, Molly realized that Brian was right in


    front of her, his face so close that she could even feel his warm breath, his eyes so full of eagerness,


    though weary from the night''s dread. It was not a dream. He was right there, right in front of her. She


    recoiled, blushed instantly and eximed.


    But there was no sound.


    A pang of pain struck her, as if her throat had been sliced apart. She swallowed; the pain traveled


    deeper and deeper until it was impossible for her to bear. Her throat trembled, her brows knotted and


    she gasped heavily.


    Seeing her suffer, a me of rage and sorrow fell over Brian''s heart. He found himself worrying about


    her far more than he thought he would. He reached out his hand and caressed her trembling throat with


    his fingertip gently, as if to coax her. "The doctor said that you have throat inmmation. And it is rather


    severe. He said that you shouldn''t talk until your throat heals. So, you''d better listen to him if you want


    to recover soon," he said as a gentle warning.