"Darling!" Henry Lester cried, running toward Yara Quillan. Blood poured from his body, staining the night red, but none of it was reflected in her eyes.
Just as Henry Lester was about to grab Yara Quillan, Ian Shannon suddenly darted out from the side, desperately holding him back.
"Boss, just let Wildcat go. If you keep her trapped like this, she'll really go insane." Ian Shannon clung tightly to Henry Lester, refusing to let go even as Henry slammed a vicious blow onto his shoulder blade.
'It wouldn't be so bad, getting beaten to death like this,' he even thought.
'At least I could be with Moira Irving.'
'At least I helped Yara Quillan escape. I'll have fulfilled my duty when I see Moira Irving.'
He watched the helicopter climb higher and higher overhead. He watched the woman he loved grow more and more distant.
