Silhouettes blurred in the chaos. Chloe Reed switched on the rear wipers and got a clear look at the scene outside.
Five or six of their opponents were down.
Walker Grant, however, was kneeling in a pool of blood, propping himself up with an iron pipe.
Chloe Reed’s pupils constricted. She scrambled out of the car and ran to him.
She dropped to her knees before him, trying to lift him.
"Walker Grant, how are you? Walker Grant?"
Rain cascaded down on them. He was soaked through, not just with rain, but with blood.
Chloe held his arm. "Get up. We’re going to the hospital..."
Walker Grant lifted his head, raindrops clinging to his dark lashes. His sharp eyes were stained a deep crimson, and a wild, dangerous aura still radiated from him, the recent fight having stirred his killing intent.
But at this moment, he stared at her and asked, "Worried about me?"
Chloe was frantic. "This isn’t the time for that. We need to get to the hospital."
"Watch your back!"
Just then, one of the fallen bodyguards suddenly yelled out in a hoarse voice.
Before Chloe could react, she was yanked back, and in an instant, they had switched places!
THWACK!
It was the sound of a sharp dagger piercing flesh!
Chloe finally saw clearly. One of the men on the ground had gotten back up, intending to land a fatal blow on her!
But the dagger didn’t pierce her body; instead, it plunged into Walker Grant’s shoulder!
"Walker Grant..."
The rain drizzled down, making it hard for her to keep her eyes open. She saw him knit his brows, spin around, and bring the pipe down hard on the man’s head. The attacker collapsed, this time for good.
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