After divorce I am a billionaire novel Chapter 529

The large truck was speeding and keeping a very close distance. There was simply no more time to react.

The doors and windows were locked, and the cab driver who was driving in the front was panicked and would only turn the steering wheel to try to avoid colliding with the big truck.

In the nick of time, Malcolm grabbed his computer and smashed it hard against the window glass on his side of the car.

With a loud sound, the car window glass shattered in two seconds.

He turned around and tried to switch places with Lyra so she could jump out the window first.

Lyra refused, "There's no more time. You jump first and I'll follow."

Seeing that the truck was going to hit them, Malcolm could only be the first to jump out of the car. He was flexible jumping on the ground after rolling a few times, landing firmly on the side of the road.

Lyra followed him immediately.

Boom-

With the shocking noise, the big truck crashed into the cab and Lyra just jumped out of the car at the last moment.

After the collision between the two vehicles, the big truck not only failed to slow down, but also continued to rush forward because of inertia, coming in the direction of Lyra where jumped on.

Lyra deftly avoided it, and the big truck hit a wall across the road before it was forced to stop.

The poor cab driver, without the ability to jump out of the window, fell in a pool of blood at the scene of the crash.

Malcolm immediately checked on Lyra to see if she was injured.

Lyra shook her head, "Don't worry. I'm fine. I'm fine."

The two were standing on the road, watching the thrilling scene of the car accident.

Malcolm immediately called Nil, "My wife and I are on our way to the airport. Suspect malicious collision. I'll send you the location. Arrange someone to come and review. Be quick."

Hanging up the phone, he was sending a location to Nil when the back of the big truck opened abruptly and a group of men armed with clubs and wearing masks jumped out of the truck menacingly and came in the direction of Lyra and Malcolm.

The two sides immediately fought.

Two against forty, the scene was chaotic.

This was a situation Lyra and Malcolm had both seen before so they were especially calm.

But there were too many people and they had no suitable weapons. If Lyra and Malcolm needed to fight further, it was easy to cause physical exhaustion.

Malcolm protected Lyra, "This group of people seem to come specifically for you. You can't do the protracted. Leave here first. I will block the road behind."

Lyra refused, "Leave together. I'm definitely not leaving you alone."

Her attitude was firm. She broke away from Malcolm's hand, took off the high heels, ran into the group of people barefoot, and grabbed a stick in the hands of the opposite. One fought a dozen, which was ruthless.

Malcolm had to join in and keep an eye on her side from time to time. He would help out when necessary.

The fierce fight lasted a full five minutes.

The floor was cluttered with wailing and rolling men.

Lyra and Malcolm were so capable that they kept falling down. And in just a few minutes, the winning chance had tilted to Lyra and Malcolm's side.

Until.

Boom!

A deafening shot rang out, and Lyra was hit just in the arm in the confusion, with a muffled grunt and blood gushing out.

She covered her arm. The gunshot wound was excruciatingly painful and the pain spread throughout her body.

Being wounded, her reaction was forced to slow down by two seconds, and she was hit hard on the back of the head with another stick from the opposite side.

"Rara!"

With a startled cry, Lyra stumbled forward a few steps and fell into Malcolm, leaning on his back before she could barely stand.

Malcolm turned around and took her into his arms. His black eyes were staring at the group of men in front of him, and he said with fury and a hostile tone, "If you dare to hurt her, none of you will leave today."

He was like a lion in a frenzy, and a bloodthirsty ruthlessness gradually emerged in his eyes.

Lyra was so dizzy and blacked out that she could only crouch on his chest and lean on him.

To prevent another shot from the shadows, Malcolm covered Lyra tightly.

He had the almost impossible task of guarding Lyra while fighting with many people to prevent another shot from the shadows.

The situation was reversed again due to Lyra's injury.