Chapter 815: Chapter 817

Before Tyler counted to three, the man finally spoke out. “Move out of the way, guys.”

His subordinates exchanged knowing looks and made a path, while Tyler dragged Vicky out of the

crowd with his eyes trained on the man.

The man was a seasoned assassin, and Tyler knew that he could still grab the gun with his other arm.

However, since the gun was on the ground, Tyler was more than capable of killing the man while he

reached for it.

With that, Tyler and Vicky left under the watchful eyes of the group.

Once they were gone, the man did not order his subordinates to go after them.

Just then, one of his subordinates walked over. “Eason, what should we do now?”

“They’ll be found no matter where they go, so let them run. I need to get treated… Well, I guess we

should send Vicky’s old friend, Magnus over instead. Maybe she’ll be more cooperative when she sees

him,” said Eason.

…

After getting rid of another group of assassins, Tyler finally ran out of ammunition and hid in an alley

with Vicky.

The shadow cast by the moon loomed over his handsome features as he made a call to request help.

However, he was only in his early twenties at the time and did not have much power. After his company

was destroyed, it was challenging for him to fend off the assassins.

Vicky stared at him dazedly and noticed that the wound on his arm was bleeding again after all the

fighting.

Blood oozed from his wound and scrolled down to his hand on hers.

The scent of blood filled the air.

Beep… Beep…

The wait for the call to be answered seemed to scratch indefinitely, and Tyler’s expression darkened

with every moment that went by.

Just when the call was about to be dropped automatically, it was answered.

“Tyler.”

“I have a problem here,” Tyler whispered. “Send me a few men.”

The person he called sucked in a breath. “There’s a problem on my end as well… Our plan has been

exposed, and my men reported that there are assassins all around our hideout spots. None of the

places you arranged can be used, but Vicky might be—”

Before the sentence was finished, a gunshot was heard, and the call ended abruptly.

Tyler tried calling again, but the call was not answered.

Frustration emerged on his face as Vicky had never seen before.

Just then, they heard footsteps approaching, and Vicky paled at the realization that the assassins had

caught up to them once again.

Tyler heard it as well and put his phone away before tightening his grip around Vicky’s hand. “Let’s go.”

He was about to move, but Vicky remained frozen in place. He paused and asked, “What’s wrong?”

She looked up to meet his eyes. “Do you really not see what’s going on, Tyler?”

He stared at her, silently waiting for her to continue.

She shook his hand off and said, “A man as smart as you should already know by now that I have a

tracker on me. I am the tracker itself. As long as I’m with you, they’ll find us wherever we go.”