He thought everything was over, he thought the storm had passed, and he was just waiting for ti to quietly pass by, he thought he had enough ti and patience to wait for Charlotte Miller to slowly co to his side.
But what he thought was not wrong, yet no one expected sothing like this to happen so suddenly.
So tragic that it’s unbearable to recall...
Even though she was not far from him, nearly within reach, when he rushed to her side and picked her up, he found that she was already covered in bruises and wounds.
Vincent Hunter, this feud is completely established now.
Joshua Hughes wants to wash Las Vegas in blood, so what can he do to make Vincent Hunter suffer more than death?
He has no patience for anything anymore, his self-control, which he has always prided himself on, has collapsed; when he saw Charlotte Miller being stepped on re ten ters away, his self-control was already exhausted.
Although Charlotte wasn’t in mortal danger, she suffered a lot. When he saw her small hands being trampled by the people rushing in, her delicate white hands imprinted with dirty shoe prints, stomped so hard the skin was broken, seeping with a little blood, it truly felt like his heart was being cut by a knife.
Heart being cut by a knife?
Atlas Hallow glanced at the operating room, the lights were still on, he asked Daniel Parker to watch just for a little while.
"An hour, she might not be out yet, I’ll just take an hour." Within an hour, he planned to drive that sharp little knife into Vincent Hunter’s heart.
His habit is that if soone makes him hurt, he will make that person hurt ten tis more; how could he let Vincent Hunter miss out on experiencing such excruciating pain?
A figure like a black lightning bolt dashed out, Daniel Parker watching his boss, sighed inwardly.
Action is inevitable, his boss hasn’t touched blood for many years, but just now he saw the sharp silver knife in his boss’s hand, a knife given to him by Flower Snake, originally just for self-defense; carrying a gun is a bit too conspicuous, so Atlas Hallow carries this light knife with him.
Today, this knife probably isn’t for self-defense; it’s going to see blood.
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Avery, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I’m coming right now...
Joshua Hughes said silently in his heart, hoping to bet all his luck in this lifeti on Avery Jane’s safety.
How vicious Vincent Hunter is? Every extra second Avery Jane is in his hands is an extra second of danger.
The accelerator has already been pushed to the limit, the phone rang, he glanced at it, and answered the call.
Julian Carter’s voice ca from the other end: "I’ve already sent everyone over, Edward Parker has also gathered his n, where are you?"
Working under Joshua Hughes for so many years, he has already developed a keen sense of sll, danger is approaching them.
Because they have just done sothing so absolute, and Vincent Hunter has only Tate Hunter as his sole family, for revenge and to eliminate future troubles forever, he will certainly try every way to keep them from leaving Las Vegas, this ti it’s not just Avery Jane in danger, they themselves are trapped in danger too.
Actually, Vincent Hunter has nothing to compete with Joshua Hughes, he can only rely on Las Vegas being his territory with a lot of people, so he has already summoned the quickest to co over, and Edward Parker’s side has also started gathering n.
Now it’s a matter of manpower tactics, it’s estimated that this gang war will forever remain a part of Las Vegas’s history.
Of course, this piece of history all started because of one person, and that’s Avery Jane.
"Screech------" The car braked suddenly, the sharp screeching sound was particularly piercing, the white van stopped at the entrance of an old alley.
Las Vegas is a very special place, at night you can always see the bright lights, the dizzying luxury, with high-end entertainnt venues and casinos mixed together.
But going deeper into its guts, these ordinary residential areas seem a bit dilapidated and old.
It was that car, Joshua Hughes was driving so fast he almost crashed into its tail.
His eyes bloodshot like crimson, staring at the empty car, and the alley behind leading to the roads, extending in all directions, he almost went to pieces.
Vincent Hunter is a mad dog, he can do anything, he knows Avery Jane is just a bait to lure him in, his real target is him, of course, he probably also harbors lustful thoughts towards Avery Jane.
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