Chapter 28: Rescue

“Oh, I know your boyfriend; he’s an outstanding officer…” The man in the shirt was sweating from the pain, barely managing a faint smile on his face. “Since you’re not a villain, can you tell me if there’s anyone else upstairs?”

“N-no, there’s no one else…” Jennifer swallowed nervously, trembling as she spoke. “I’m here to treat a cat. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” the man in the shirt replied.

“Get them out of here, now!” Gwen hissed sharply.

“Out? You might as well just kill me,” the man in the shirt smiled bitterly. “Letting me leave would be more unbearable than death itself.”

“But if I die, you and your staff will be hanged in the street!” Gwen’s voice was cold and severe. “Even your parents will be implicated. Are they still in good health?”

Gwen’s face turned increasingly pale.

Clack, clack.

At that moment, the sound of orderly footsteps came from outside!

Reinforcements had been called immediately. The entire city was on high alert, with soldiers patrolling everywhere.

Moreover, kind neighbors had noticed a crowd entering Gwen’s shop and the door being shut, and had blown the alarm whistle!

It was unknown how many were rushing to the scene now.

Listening to the footsteps outside, Gwen’s heart pounded wildly, and her hands trembled.

She was utterly unaccustomed to such situations—that was the truest assessment of her.

Gwen knew all too well what would happen if she were captured.

Her teacher had explained in detail the enemy’s interrogation methods.

Whips, candles, pepper spray—those were mild. There was also being placed on an iron wire, sitting bare on it and sliding down…

After these physical tortures came magical ones.

Mind control, hypnosis…

The more Gwen thought about it, the more terrified and hopeless she became.

Seizing the moment, the man in the shirt took a step back, tilting his head to the side, revealing Gwen’s figure behind him.

“Don’t kill me!”

He shouted fiercely.

Bang!

A loud blast rang out.

“Ugh…”

A spray of blood burst from Gwen’s shoulder!

The man’s eyes lit up. Ignoring the pain in his dislocated arm, he gritted his teeth and spun around, aiming to seize Gwen and reclaim his dignity.

But—

Crunch, crunch…

The sound of gears turning echoed as a hole suddenly opened in the ceiling above Jennifer!

Swish!

A figure’s upper body fell through. He wore a white shirt beneath a black vest and had dark brown, spiked hair.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle’s, hands gripping a revolver that had claimed six lives just yesterday!

Bang…

A bullet fired, punching a hole in the man in the shirt’s head.

Robin had descended and fired so swiftly that no one could react in time!

Gwen felt warmth on her face, sticky liquid smearing across her skin.

“Ah!”

Jennifer screamed in collapse.

Though she had seen many injured and dead people before, witnessing a person’s upper body suddenly appear before her and another’s head explode was too gruesome and shocking to accept.

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