He had his back to her, and the wound on his back was deep. Thick blood seeped out from the slash in his clothes, quickly soaking his black shirt. A sharp, piercing pain suddenly rose from her heart.
Avery Jane thought there was no one left. Besides Lucas Yates, her husband who died just one day after their wedding, no one else in this world could treat her like this. Yet this man did the same thing, risking his life to ensure her safety.
She truly did not understand him at all, not at all.
The fierce fight resembled a battle of beasts. A few more desperadoes rushed in quickly; these people, driven by drugs and gambling, had lost all humanity. Each strike aimed at the most lethal spots. A baseball bat glanced off his forehead, leaving it split open as crimson blood streamed down, some even clinging to his thick lashes. Only his eyes, like black diamonds, emitted a fierce and ruthless glow.
She wanted to rush forward, but how could she help him? She would only be a burden.
