With a roar, Caspian Warner let go of the two and, wrapping his legs, he hopped on one foot, "Get out of here quick!"
Summoning strength from nowhere, Nathan Moore suddenly scrambled up to Titus Zane, hoisting her up and pushing her towards the door.
A pain struck his back, accompanied by a warm sensation, as Caspian Warner pulled out a dagger from his Martin boots and stabbed Nathan Moore in the back.
With a groan, Nathan Moore did not fall; he cannot collapse before his woman is safe!
Turning around, he fiercely pounced again, engaging in a wildly chaotic fight with Caspian Warner’s body. Titus Zane stumbled before turning around and coming back; in the room, Nathan Moore had been knocked down by Caspian Warner again, tightly holding his legs to prevent him from taking a step forward, blood flowing from the corner of his eye, urging Titus Zane, "Run away..."
"Nathan Moore!" Titus Zane exclaimed, having never witnessed such a bloody scene. The man in front of her was beyond recognition, standing still, forgetting to react.
Unable to move with his legs gripped, Caspian Warner continuously punched Nathan Moore’s back; amidst the muffled groans, Nathan Moore refused to let go, holding tight onto his legs and urgently telling Titus Zane, "Go!" this one word spoken resolutely.
Titus Zane screamed, turning around to run out the door. Anxious to complete his task, Caspian Warner once again pulled the dagger from Nathan Moore’s back and raised it high to stab him again.
Mmm...
Nathan Moore grunted, seemingly devoid of the strength even to feel pain, his hands tightly clutching together, allowing the dagger to be plunged into his back time and time again, staring at the doorway, hearing the increasingly distant chaotic footsteps in the hallway, his bloodied lips slowly curling upwards,
As long as he holds on, just a little longer, his woman will be out of danger...
With her hands tied behind her back, Titus Zane screamed as she ran down the stairs, passing the inn’s front desk where the landlady glanced up from her phone, then back towards the staircase direction, and buried her head back to chatting on WeChat.
Titus Zane, barefoot, ran out the inn’s main door, stood on the concrete steps, then suddenly turned back, rushing to the front desk babbling, "Quick! Call the police! There’s been a murder upstairs, a murder!"
The landlady, clueless, looked up and blinked before removing her earphones, "What did you say?"
"There’s been a murder upstairs, call the police, call the police!" Seeing the landlady’s lack of reaction, Titus Zane shouted while jumping on her feet.
The landlady finally realized the severity, clumsily exiting WeChat, and before dialing, looked up, "What’s the emergency number?"
Facing Titus Zane’s urgent gaze, she looked down again, "Oh, right, it’s 110,"
No sooner had the landlady dialed the number than a group burst into the inn, "Hey, who are you people? How rude!" The landlady spoke while gesturing towards them with one hand on the phone.
Titus Zane instinctively looked back, then quickly rushed forward, "Li, Nathan is upstairs, hurry!"
"Take the lady to the hospital, the rest of you, follow me!" Officer Li arranged for Officer Zhang to look after Titus Zane, and with a wave of his hand, several men followed him up the stairs.
Seeing the injuries on Miss’s face, one could tell Nathan Moore must be in grave danger. As a bodyguard from the American underworld, he is undoubtedly skilled.
At the top floor of the inn, Caspian Warner kicked the lifeless man away, spat out the blood in his mouth, and was about to chase after Titus Zane when hurried footsteps from the staircase made him alert. He retreated a few steps, grabbed the mobile phone on the table, opened the window, and leapt onto a pipe.