Chapter 881

The man received a punch from Roland, forcing him to release Millie momentarily and focus on dealing

with Roland. However, the man’s skilled movements and aura of a professional made it clear that

Roland was outmatched, In a swift move, the man kicked Roland, sending him flying a considerable

distance away.

“Ouch.”

Iho are In a state of pain and urgency, Roland shouted from the ground, you? Why are you trying to

harm Millie?”

Disregarding his inquiry, the man retrieved a sharp dagger from his waist and advanced towards

Roland.

Roland’s expression turned to one of alarm. He dragged his body back, desperation in his voice as he

pleaded, “What’s your plan? If you kill me, you’ll be trapped here.

The man’s lips curled into a malicious grin as he lifted the knife, his tone mocking.

“Interfering fools don’t usually last long.”

A sharp pain shot through Roland’s thigh as the man’s knife found its mark, prompting a piercing cry

from him.

As the man prepared to strike once more, Millie grabbed another stone and swung it at him again, but

the blow didn’t render him unconscious. Just as she was poised to make another attempt, the man

overpowered her and forced her to the ground with a sinister grin.

“I’d better kill you first,” the man hissed, his voice dripping with malice,

At this critical moment, a cold object pressed against the man’s temple.

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“Drop the knife and stand up.”

Millie blinked in astonishment, her eyes widening as she recognized that it was Marcus. He had aimed

a gun at the man’s head.

Seeing the gun, the man’s eyes widened in fear, and he immediately dropped the knife from his hand.

He slowly stood up as Marcus maintained a firm grip on the situation. Two muffled shots rang out from

Marcus’ silenced pistol.

The man*s knees gave way as he was shot, causing him to collapse onto the ground.

“Who sent you?” Marcus demanded.

Marcus directed his gaze downward, aiming his gun at the center of the man’s forehead.

After a few tense seconds without receiving an answer, he squeezed the trigger and pressed the gun

even more firmly against the man’s head.

Drenched in cold sweat, the man pleaded, “Please don’t kill me. It’s Darin.”

Darin!? Millie was taken aback. She couldn’t understand why Darin would want to harm her; they had

no grievances between them.

“Why did he want to harm me?” Millie rose to her feet and asked in a cold tone.

“I’m not aware of the reasons, I’m simply carrying out a paid task.” The man’s words appeared to be

genuine.

After a moment of reflection, Millie realized that Rhea might be the reason behind this.