Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203: We Have Backing, Smart Ones Should Scram Quickly Chapter 1203: Chapter 1203: We Have Backing, Smart Ones Should Scram Quickly The man leading the group watched as the bodyguards protected a middle-aged woman who was cowering and searching through the factory. His eyes betrayed his anxiety. He was much calr than the others, although he was initially startled when Enna Clark fired a shot into the air. But after the initial shock, he slowly regained his composure. His face was covered with scars and bulging muscles; he looked at Enna Clark with inquisition and scrutiny, “Who exactly are you people? What are you doing here?”
Enna Clark didn’t pay him any mind.
Used to throwing his weight around, it was the first ti he’d been so blatantly ignored, especially by a woman. His face lost color, turning ferocious as he said with his sinister, squinty eyes, “Do you know where you are? Daring to break in? Do you think you can really handle the consequences of stirring up trouble? Let tell you straight, we have connections. Smarten up and scram!”
Enna Clark finally acknowledged him, her clear eyes indifferent; her lips barely touched as she asked, “Who exactly is ‘upstairs’ for you?”
“My ‘upstairs’ has…” The man almost blurted out too much, luckily he caught himself before spilling the beans and said with rage and embarrassnt, “Are you trying to trick into talking?!”
Scott Harris’s patience had worn out, he looked at the man with frigid eyes, “I advise you to watch your mouth!”
The man instinctively wanted to retort with sothing dirty, but then his eyes inadvertently caught sight of the gun in Enna Clark’s hand. The words reached his lips but were then swallowed back down. His face, already dark, turned a red so deep it was almost black, his mouth opened and closed several tis without the courage to speak.
Just at that mont.
A cry of extre joy and tears ca from inside the factory, “Tiffany, my Tiffany, what happened to you?”
“Mom…”
And then ca a round of weeping.
The man’s expression violently changed, realizing who Enna Clark was looking for. Imdiately he waved his hand, his brutish, scar-covered face taking on an air of tyranny, “Get your weapons! We can’t let them take her away!”
This was the person he had been strictly ordered to keep an eye on. If they let her get taken away today, could he even stay in this area?
The others all took orders from him. At his command, everyone grabbed what they had at hand.
Scott Harris beca fully alert, his backbone stiffened, his arm placed protectively in front of Enna Clark, “Ms. Clark, be careful!”
The faces of the other bodyguards also beca serious.
In the tense atmosphere, ten bodyguards escorted the bedraggled and constantly crying mother and daughter out of the center.
The leader spat on the ground and said viciously, “Stop them!”
Just as his words fell, a bang of a gunshot was heard; only ten centiters away from his left foot, the ground kicked up a cloud of dust, which plastered his face and made his thigh sting with pain. He looked as if he’d been struck by a spell, standing there stunned, staring at the petite woman holding the gun at him!
Goddamn, that shot was damn close to hitting his leg!
Fear surged to an extre in the man’s heart, not just fear, but also relief.
It wasn’t just him who was taken aback; even the others who had heard his command and were about to act stopped in their tracks because of Enna Clark’s shot!
“I’ve said it before, I will take her away today at all costs!” A soft and fragile-looking woman, yet the indifferent tone of her voice, accompanied by the smoking barrel of her gun, made it so none could underestimate her, “Do you understand what ‘at all costs’ ans? If not, you’re welco to try again!”
Suddenly, she shifted the gun slightly to the left; the man, in a panic, realized the barrel was now aid directly at his head!
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