Chapter 172

Chapter 172

“Seriously?” Allen was skeptical.

I was fuming “Yes, seriously! Hurry up!”

Thrilled to bits, Allen scrambled to untie the ropes binding me.”

But as I was about to enjoy my freedom, someone abruptly grabbed my arm from behind. Before I could even resist, I felt the cold metal against my temple. Having watched my fair share of crime dramas and war movies, I knew it was the barrel of a gun. My body tensed up, and I dared not move, letting the man pull me to my feet.

“Mr. Ferguson, stop it, or there’ll be trouble with Mrs. Ferguson.” The moment the person behind me spoke, I recognized the raspy voice.

At that point, his men were mostly down, clearly outmatched by Bryant and his crew.

Bryant stopped and smirked coldly, “You’d have to be a fool to think I’d let you harm her. None of you are leaving this place alive if you dare lay a finger on her.”

The raspy–voiced man faltered, trying to sound tough, “But, Mr. Ferguson, your stance, it doesn’t seem like you’re planning on letting us go.”

“Kidnap my wife, and I have to show you the ropes. Otherwise, you lot will start thinking you run the place.” With a calm and cold demeanor, Bryant straightened his disheveled shirt and walked over. He had a sense of control and strategy about him.

As he approached step by step, the man holding the gun trembled. “Don’t come any closer!“>

I couldn’t help but tremble myself, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face.

A gun wasn’t like any other weapon. A slip of the hand could easily end a life. At that moment, even the bravest soul would show his fear. Bryant stopped several feet away from us, extending his hand. “Let my wife go, and I’ll settle Allen’s debt.“>

“Really?” The raspy–voiced man questioned, giving Lloyd, already battered and bruised, a look for confirmation.}

As Lloyd was about to nod, several cars pulled up at the entrance, seemingly Lloyd’s reinforcements, which gave him confidence. “Mr. Ferguson, you’ve harmed so many of our brothers. Simply settling a debt might not…”

Before he could finish, Bryant took advantage of the momentary distraction, quickly grabbed the gun from the man’s hand, and yanked me into his arms!!

Bang! The raspy–voiced man somehow managed to throw the gun away, and Lloyd caught it, firing a shot behind me! But the pain I anticipated never came. After a brief moment of dizziness, Bryant had positioned himself in the bullet path!

“Bryant!” I screamed, reaching out desperately to feel his back, finding a damp warmth at his shoulder blade. It was blood.

“Mr. Ferguson!” Kevin, guarding the door, rushed over and helped me support Bryant as we made our way out.

“Mr. Ferguson, Lloyd is one of my men. What happened here deserves an explanation, doesn’t it?” A bald guy flanked by his crew blocked

our exit at the entrance.

Seemingly oblivious to the pain, Bryant glanced at him, his voice cold as ice, “Your men kidnapped my wife. Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”