Chapter 429: Will You Really Not Stop Your Hand!?
Since he came alone, even if he is not threatened by this woman, today, he must make him suffer a fate worse than death!
“Stop him!” With one command, everyone blocked Baron Stuart once again.
Before Milton Modesto could speak, more than a dozen black-dressed men rushed towards him, each displaying their own martial skills.
Baron Stuart’s eyes narrowed, his body emitting a bone-chilling aura. His ink-jade-like eyes had turned blood-red at this moment.
With a slight sidestep, he easily dodged the cold fist coming at him, followed by a counterattack, which was almost a one-hit kill, aiming for vital points with each strike!
Watching the chaotic fight unfolding in front of him, Milton Modesto was furious, not expecting that Baron Stuart would really ignore the safety of this woman.
In just two minutes, half of Milton Modesto’s men had been taken down. If this continues, wouldn’t his plans for revenge today fail?
“Baron Stuart!” Now, his only bargaining chip was the woman in his hand. “If you keep fighting back, I’ll send her to hell!”
The vicious roar echoed into Baron Stuart’s ears, his counterattack paused for a moment, his eyes filled with pain upon hearing those words, yet he had no choice.
If he gave up at this moment, all his plans would be ruined.
Milton Modesto wanted revenge on him, and as long as Baron Stuart didn’t succumb to this threat, Milton Modesto wouldn’t really push Emily Walker off the edge.
With no intention of stopping, Baron Stuart’s counterattack continued.
If she dies, he will die with her!
If she survives, then he’ll make those people pay for an eternity!
Under Milton Modesto’s constant threats, Baron Stuart didn’t back down, which caused Emily Walker’s heart to sink to the depths, the pain settling deep within her.
What she saw was Baron Stuart’s relentless counterattacks, but the words that constantly echoed in her mind.
If you want to push her off, feel free.
With an emotionless tone, Emily Walker could hardly imagine that this voice came from him.
From the man who once loved her so deeply.
“You’re really not going to stop!?” Seeing his men fall to the ground, one by one, Milton Modesto was both panicked and anxious. If this continues, he has no chance of winning at all.
Not only will he fail to take revenge on Baron Stuart, he himself might lose his life!
No, he couldn’t die —he hadn’t avenged his son yet!
With this thought in mind, Milton Modesto gripped Emily Walker, moving even closer to the edge of the rooftop.
Watching such a dangerous scene unfold, Emily Walker felt no fear at all. Her heart was lifeless like it was dead, with no struggle, and only a pair of listless eyes remained.
“Emily Walker!” Seeing Milton Modesto drag Emily Walker to the edge of the rooftop, with just one step she would fall from here.
Rylee Brownette, who was standing by, was shocked with her eyes wide open, for falling from here would result in a near-zero chance of survival.
As she screamed, Baron Stuart turned his head to witness this horrifying scene.
His heart clenched and stopped beating for a moment, as if pierced by thousands of arrows.
It was precisely because his movements hesitated and his attention was distracted for two seconds that one of the black-dressed men took the opportunity to pull out a dagger and viciously stab Baron Stuart in the back of his shoulder, causing him to furrow his brows and beads of cold sweat to appear on his forehead.
But this stab was entirely unseen from Emily Walker’s point of view.
Seeing that Baron Stuart got stabbed, the five remaining black-dressed men swiftly delivered flying kicks to him.
Watching him take several hits, Emily Walker’s heart was painfully pierced, yet it simultaneously felt deadened too.