NovelEnglishChapter 1220 Shanice turned her head away and closed her eyes, gritting her teeth tightly. Nash activated his true energy and tapped behind her shoulder, causing the bloody bullet to pop out and fall to the ground. The intense pain made Shanice shiver.
The next moment, Nash infused a stream of spiritual energy into her wound.
Enzo limped toward Shanice due to his injured leg and crouched down beside her. He looked at Shanice with a heartache and called out to her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGlancing at Enzo, Nash guessed that he was Shanice’s boyfriend. Why did they shoot?” Enzo recounted what happened to Nash. The more Nash listened, the darker his expression became.
The four soldiers who had been prepared to execute grew hesit when they saw several old men standing in front of their targets With a dark expression, Anderson said, “If you don’t want to die, out of here!” Eating his chips, Eric casually remarked, “I've seen arrogant officers before, but I've never seen someone as arrogant as you!” “You're asking for it...” Anderson raised his pistol and aimed at Eric's forehead, pulling the B trigger. However, the bullet mysteriously stopped ten centimeters from Eric’s forehead.
Anderson's eyes/narrowed. “So, you're a martial artist...” Eric leisurely extended two fingers and caught the bullet. “If you weren't wearing that armor, you'd already be a corpse,” he said calmly.
Anderson’s deputy got up from the ground and shouted toward the door, “All of you, get in here!” Suddenly, more than 2,000 people rushed toward the entrance from where they were outside.
Bertram clenched his fists tightly, his bones cracking. He stepped forward, wanting to intercept them. However, Yellow Crane grabbed his arm and said, “Lethandle this time!” With that, he blew a breath toward the doorway. However, those people still charged in. Yellow Crane was puzzled. “Damn, why did my illusion fail?” Eric lightly replied, “They aren’t ordinary people. These are warriors who have experienced battles on the battlefield. They're of strong blood and great merits. Ordinary spells and illusions are useless against them.” Yellow Crane looked at Bertram with embarrassment. “It’s your turn! Bertram stepped forward, his palms facing forward. He pushed forcefully and roared, “Get out of here!” An invisible force pushed all the rushing warriors out.
Then, appearing at the entrance with hands on hips, he said, “If you don’t want to get beaten, then get out of here!” The warriors looked at each other. In the end, no one dared to approach.
After Nash helped Enzo with the bullet wound and stopped the bleeding, he stood up and walked toward Anderson. “Summon your Warden.” Anderson was stunned at first, but then he laughed out loud. “Who do you think you are? You think you have the right to see him?” Nash slapped Anderson's face, sending eight teeth flying out. Anderson tumbled to the ground and spat out blood. His four personal guards and deputy were all stunned.
This was the major they were talking about. The gall of Nash! Not only them, but even the staff of the Empire Hotel were quite frightened. Shanice lay in Enzo’s arms, her two small hands gripping his sleeve tightly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEnzo gently comforted Shanice, “Don’t worry, the boss must have his reasons to dare do something like this. Besides, we're on the right side of this!” Despite his reassuring words, Enzo also felt a bit uneasy. He believed this boss to cfrom a significant background, and it was his connections that gave him the ability to reason with Anderson. He never expected Nash to slap Enzo, though.
The Warden of the Southern Territory was extremely protective of his people. Even if Anderson was at fault, the Warden would be the one to administer the punishment. If someone else were to strike him instead, they would definitely face the Warden's wrath.
Enzo’s mind was in turmoil. A Warden's authority was already above the law. He would be able to suppress them easily. He could just destroy the hotel with a singular cannon shot. He pondered whether he should take Shanice and run away.
Justice was one thing, but one should also be practical.
“You beast... How dare you hit me?” Anderson was thoroughly enraged. As the major of the Southern Territory, he had a hundred thousand troops under his command. Apart from the higher-ups like the colonel and the Warden, no one dared disrespect him. Yet today, someone had slapped him across the face.
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