HIS REGRET (Ex-Husband wants Me Back) novel Chapter 880

Daniel did not hesitate. He immediately drew his pistol with deadly precision.

Bang! Bang!

He fired two shots in rapid succession, and the two men at the front instantly collapsed in pools of blood. But there were simply too many enemies. Six others immediately surrounded Daniel from different directions with coordinated tactical movements, completely ignoring their fallen comrades.

Daniel fought with brutal force, using every inch of his body without giving his enemies a chance to take aim. A heavy punch slammed into one man's jaw, followed by a spinning kick that broke another attacker's ribs. The sounds of clashing metal and cries of pain echoed throughout the area.

He managed to take down another man with a powerful throw, but more reinforcements kept arriving for the enemy until he was gradually forced back by a relentless barrage of blows.

Amid the chaos, the already cracked rear door of the car was forced open from the outside with a crowbar. Naomi let out a hysterical scream as a rough, muscular hand seized the sleeve of her jacket and violently dragged her out of the car.

"Let me go! Bastard, let me go!" Naomi struggled with all her strength, scratching and kicking at anything within reach as tears streamed down her face from overwhelming fear.

"Daniel!"

Daniel, who was fending off the attacks of the two men in front of him, instinctively turned toward the scream. His eyes widened with fury the instant he saw Naomi being dragged across the asphalt. "MISS NAOMI!"

He desperately tried to break through the encirclement, but three men struck his back and legs simultaneously with iron bars, forcing his solid frame several steps backward before he dropped to one knee, gritting through the pain.

Naomi continued to be dragged mercilessly until one of her shoes came off on the road. Her trembling hands desperately clawed at the gravel and anything else on the pavement that might help anchor her body. "Let me go! Mrs. Lydia! Help!"

BUGH!

A powerful punch from one of the men struck Lydia squarely across the face from the side. The impact was so violent that her frail body was thrown several feet before crashing onto the rough asphalt. The corner of her beautiful lips split open instantly, fresh blood slowly running down her cheek and staining the off-white blouse she was wearing.

"Mrs. Lydia!" Naomi screamed hysterically until her voice turned hoarse, her entire body trembling violently at the horrifying sight. Grief and fury surged through her chest. "Don't touch her again! Stop! I'm... I'm the one you're after, aren't I?! You want me, don't you?! Why did you hit her?! Don't touch Mrs. Lydia!"

Tears streamed uncontrollably down Naomi's face as she continued struggling, ignoring the pain in her arm while desperately trying to crawl back toward Lydia, who lay sprawled on the ground. But two large men grabbed her shoulders from behind, locking her movements completely.

Amid the chaos and heartbreaking cries, the atmosphere suddenly turned even more ominous when the sound of someone's footsteps approached from the shadows behind the truck. The footsteps were slow, steady, and unnervingly calm, as though their owner was savoring every second of the suffering unfolding before him. The figure stepped forward, revealing a familiar face now shrouded in an overwhelming aura of darkness.