"Brother, what do we do now?"
"Retreat."
If it was only Waylon Lewis himself, he wouldn't let these people off, but his wife and children were here. To ensure their safety, Waylon knew they couldn't stay any longer.
Hope Williams had already safely placed Willow into the car.
The bodyguards who scattered to confront the Williams Family Guard received Waylon's orders to regroup.
Just as Waylon was about to carry Luke back to the car with one hand, he saw a man in black hiding in a dark corner, aiming his gun at Hope Williams.
Clearly a mercenary, Waylon's heart suddenly tightened, and a heavy chill flashed through his dark eyes.
"Hope Williams."
"Bang."
Hearing Waylon's call, Hope turned her head towards him, and at that moment, the bullet aimed at her head grazed her cheek.
A close shave with death, Hope's heart trembled fiercely. She paused for a second and quickly sought cover; the attacker obviously had no intention of sparing her and fired several shots.
