NovelEnglishThe crew from Empire Base had arrived, no doubt here to back up Club 257.
Thinking about what they had just done to Crimson, a surge of intense fear gripped them. In their panic, they suddenly noticed Connor and Flora approaching with their group. And there, on the ground, they saw Crimson, barely alive and covered in blood.
"Miss Crimson!" Flora's voice cut through the crowd as she saw Crimson lying in a pool of blood, fury igniting in her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"The President! You're finally here!" The senior members of Club 257 cried out in relief upon seeing Flora. The President had finally returned. They had been helplessly suppressed by various factions, forced to watch Crimson be humiliated without being able to intervene. How they hated it! Connor's presence struck fear into the hearts of the other factions, so much so that they failed to notice how Flora was being addressed. Step by step, Flora made her way into the villa, heading towards Crimson. The closer she got, the more horrifying the wounds on Crimson's body appeared.
Seeing Crimson, who seemed lifeless, Flora's breathing grew erratic and rapid. Rage and hatred filled her chest, her eyes reddened, and she clenched her fists so tightly that blood dripped from her palms, though she seemed numb to the pain.
Connor felt a deep ache in his heart but couldn't find the words to comfort her. Dozens of helicopters landed, and all the Empire Base members disembarked in an orderly fashion, guns in hand.
Flora knelt down and lifted Crimson from the pool of blood, her eyes bloodshot. "Connor..." Her voice was hoarse as she called out, pausing before she continued, her voice trembling as if she were holding back immense pain, "Let none escape." Susan, realizing trouble was brewing the moment Connor and Flora appeared, had quietly slipped away.
In the room, the doctor examined Crimson while Flora stood by, watching quietly. Connor was beside her, tending to the wounds on her hands. Crimson was in critical condition, with internal bleeding in her head, multiple soft tissue injuries, and several broken ribs. If Flora had arrived even a few minutes later, Crimson might not have survived.
"She's in your hands now. Callimmediately if anything happens," Flora instructed the doctor, knowing that Crimson's life was no longer in danger, and then left the room. She went to check the surveillance footage.
From the footage, it was clear how those factions had pressured Crimson and how Susan had physically and verbally abused her. Those factions had just watched, not only failing to intervene but enjoying the spectacle... Hmph...
Flora slammed the laptop shut, her breathing unsteady.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The medical organization tried to leave by plane, but we've detained them. The people from the other factions have been taken care of as well; they won't be causing any trouble. Whatever you decide to do, I'm with you," Connor said gently, holding her hand, careful not to press on her wounds through the gauze. The warmth from his broad palm warmed Flora's cold hand.
Flora closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Standing up, she walked towards the door. Connor quietly followed behind her.
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On an open space on an island, all the people from the medical organization were detained, squatting on the ground with their hands over their heads. Mr. Atticus tightened his grip on his head, h his expression grim.
He had been maintaining this humiliating posture for nearly half an hour, but they dared not move. In front of them, dozens of Empire Base members pointed their guns at them. Any slight movement from them would lead to gunfire. Inside, Mr. Atticus cursed Susan a hundred times over. X
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