"Trust me, you will pay with your life if you hurt her."
The cold, enraged voice enveloped the air and everyone in the room looked towards the door. A man
stood there, with a silver mask covering his face. His presence gave off a formidable aura. Not to
mention, there was a legion of men behind him with all kinds of guns. And the weapons had silencers
installed, which meant that these guys meant business.
The tension in the room increased with the arrival of the uninvited guests. Molly had never experienced
something like this in her life. She was so terrified that her heart was beating in her throat. She had no
idea how she was supposed to react in this sort of situation.
Shirley was startled by the sudden intrusion. She did not know who they were. She silently looked at
the man with the sliver mask. She realized that the figure was familiar to her and the man's gestures
reminded her of someone. She was surprised. He was surely someone whom she knew.
'But who is it?'
Shirley tried to recollect her memories.
During the time Shirley was lost in thought, Mr. Shen's attention was drawn to her. He looked at her
with a relieved expression. Memories welled up in his eyes and they were like deep lakes filled with
reminiscence and a great yearning of what seemed like more than a thousand years for her. His
memories of her arose in his mind like a raging river; he was unprepared. He could not control his
emotions and the love which he had kept hidden in the depth of his mind for so many years...
The memories of his past had appeared in front of him like a gushing storm, overwhelming and
engulfing him. A dam of feelings struck him all at once. Some were so heavy that he could not bear to
remember them, some were so heart-warming which he would never forget. Of course, his love for her
remained like a solid wall that could never be torn apart. He regretfully remembered the pitiful things he
had done to her before and he also remembered his crazy love for her in his randy youth. He had
totally lost his ability to calm down after seeing her, but now, he was furious because she was in
danger.
The gang that was blocking the doorway in front of Shirley looked forbidding and ruthless. She was on
edge and her breathing was forced. She grabbed Molly's hand and squeezed it. The shadow of the
man haunted her mind. She seemed to get closer to the right answer as to who the man was, but she
could not figure it out clearly yet. She felt that it would be better if she didn't know.
As Shirley held on to Molly's hand, she could feel the tension building up in Shirley's body. Molly held
her breath, looking at the man in the silver mask. He was obviously the leader of the gang since there
was a group of murderous men behind him. It was clear that they were all professional killers and their
faces showed no mercy. It was as if they were only waiting to hear their boss' order to shoot.
The two groups of people were at a stalemate with guns pointed at each other. Molly swallowed hard
and turned her head to look at Shirley, trying to control her fear. Then she asked, her voice
quivering,"Aunt? Aunt Shirley... What... What is happening here?"
Shirley quickly turned to face Molly. She still had no clear idea as to who the man standing in front of
her was, but she had the strong feeling that he had come to save her. As for why he had come to help
her... she couldn't figure out.
"Little Molly, don't worry and don't be afraid. I am quite sure that these people are on our side," Shirley
said firmly. In a bid to strengthen her confidence and put her mind at ease, she nodded her head
slightly as she gazed at Molly with a strong spirit of persistence and certainty. Molly could see rays of
hope in Shirley's eyes.
Molly was so uneasy that her eyelashes would not stop fluttering aggressively. Although she was in a
dire situation and was shaking in her boots, she still chose to trust Shirley's words. She believed that
Aunt Shirley, who was a mystery to Molly at that very moment, would never do anything to hurt her.
"Who are you?" Smith asked. When Smith had found out that there was another woman along with
Molly, who was not his target, the muscle on his face twitched irritably. His intuition had told him that if
he meddled with that woman, he was bound to get into trouble. 'What a bunch of idiots! I asked them to
kidnap Brian's woman, but they brought along this spare woman!' he cursed in his mind.
Mr. Shen glared at Smith, fuming. The urge to kill all these men who were trying to harm his beloved
Shirley was overwhelming him. He replied furiously,"The one who is going to kill you!"
As if on cue, the guard standing next to Smith raised his gun to aim at Mr. Shen. But before Smith
could utter a single word in return to Shen's threat, an almost silent gunshot was heard from Mr. Shen's
side. The bullet squarely entered the forehead of the guy holding the gun beside Smith. Before anyone
could fully contemplate what was happening, the man's dead body hit the ground with a loud thud, his
gun still clutched in his hand.
Molly's eyes widened in shock as she watched the man collapse to his death. Her gaze was fixated on
the bloody hole in the middle of that man's forehead. Molly's face paled even more at the sight of the
blood and the terrifying scene that had unfolded in front of her. The dead body lay stiffly on the floor
near her.
Shirley couldn't move a muscle either. Shock and fear were wrapped around her whole body. Though
she hoped that the man in the silver mask was on her side, she still did not like the way he took care of
things. It was unbecoming to do such violent acts in front of two women. Killing people was not the way
by which she wanted to be saved. The customized gun, a tranquilizer, which Richie had given to her
would only incapacitate the attacker, but not kill them.
For a young but innocent girl like Molly, witnessing a murder was extremely horrendous. She felt giddy.
The shadows of people surrounding her were starting to become faint as though they were some kind
of illusion. She was on the verge of passing out. However, she knew that she couldn't afford to lose
consciousness at a critical time like this. She didn't want to be an extra burden on Aunt Shirley. Molly
tried her best to keep herself sane and as she bit her lip to stay silent, the taste of blood filled her
mouth. Under the circumstances, the smell of blood made her feel even more awful. She felt her guts
twisting and nausea crept in. She was about to throw up.
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