Runaway Wife: Please, Have Another Baby!

Chapter 914: Chapter 914: Not Even Worthy of Saying Her Name (4)

The tongue was severed, and a large amount of blood gushed from Sam’s mouth.

Huangfu Jue released his fingers in disgust, and Sam’s body immediately slackened against the wall, collapsing downward.

Standing before him, gazing down at Sam as he gasped at the wall, Huangfu Jue’s blue eyes showed no emotion.

Turning around, he strode toward the stairs, leaving Sam alone to await his death.

With that kind of blood loss, not even a deity could save him. Huangfu Jue did not intend to give him a swift death; he wanted this bastard to suffer, dying slowly, bit by bit.

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The stairs to the second floor.

Moses lifted his foot, kicking away a guy who lunged at him, reaching to grab a guard behind him and hurling him down the stairs.

The pain in his chest tightened increasingly, and his heart throbbed like a knife twisting. Moses frowned and fished out a pill bottle, stuffing the last pill inside his mouth.

Previously, he had planned to return for surgery; these pills were barely enough to keep him going until now.

Breathing heavily, he turned his face, looking toward Gan Tang standing on the far steps, took a deep breath, and reached out his hand.

"Don’t be afraid, come over."

The little guy immediately ran over, grabbing his hand, following Moses down the stairs as he kindly inquired.

"Uncle Moses, are you sick?"

Moses took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm, "No."

"Then why are you taking medicine?" the little guy asked again.

"It’s just..."

Hearing footsteps outside, he raised his hand to block Gan Tang, gesturing the little guy to be silent, and quietly glanced downstairs.

Downstairs was the first-floor hall, from here one could clearly see several armed men guarding the hall, each heavily equipped.

Turning to hold the little guy’s arm, Moses spoke quietly.

"Wait here for me. If I don’t call you, don’t come out."

"Okay!"

The little guy nodded.

"Don’t be afraid."

"I’m not afraid!" the little guy said.

Moses raised his palm, carefully wiping the blood splatter off his little face, offering the little guy a gentle smile.

"Xiaotang, be good, wait, uncle will be right back!"

Taking a deep breath, he adjusted the little guy’s bulletproof vest, Moses reached down to pick up a gun on the ground, bracing himself on the stairs, leaped down.

Hearing the noise from this side, several men guarding the exit in the hall immediately turned around, raising their guns to shoot at him.

Moses rolled several times on the ground, dodging their bullets, huddling behind the reception desk in the hall.

Taking a breath, using the momentary gap in their shooting, he leaped out, pulling the trigger in mid-air.

A triple shot, neutralizing one target directly facing him, landing behind greenery in the corner of the hall.

By now, several guards had each found shelter, hiding while shooting at him.

Leaning against the wall behind the greenery, Moses breathed heavily, the medicine hadn’t produced such a strong effect; ideally, he should be resting quietly after taking the medicine.

Now such vigorous movement could only increase the burden on his heart, his vision blurred in waves, feeling slightly dizzy.

Glancing toward the stairway, thinking of the child still waiting for him, Moses bit hard on his lip, using the pain’s stimulus to regain clarity.

That child was still awaiting him; how could he allow himself to rest?

Kicking away the greenery in front of him, he leaped, side-stepping and firing, eliminating another.

Three more remained; he lightly weighed the gun in his hand, popped out the magazine for a look, only a single bullet remained in the gun.

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Good afternoon