Stanley held his own when it came to defending against criminals, which was not to say that it wasn't a spectacle to watch. Not far away from him, a dagger dripping with blood clanged to the ground.

Nancy leaned up Angela's arms, choking and struggling to open her eyes. She mustered up all her energy to say, "Stanley... be careful!"

Stanley glanced at her. Nancy was under the illusion that Stanley worried about her...

But in the lapses of consciousness, she shrugged and thought, 'That's impossible. I must be losing it.'

"Nancy..." Angela was tearing up pieces of her shirt to cover Nancy's wounds.

However, Nancy stopped her. "No, Angela. Don't look at it..."

Angela was a strong person usually, but at the sight of her friend's lacerated stomach, she fell back, and gradually fainted.

She closed her eyes, wheezing. With nothing to support her, Angela too craned back. Rolling her dizzy head around in the dirt, she tried to keep her mind clear. "Angela... you can't pass out... Nancy... needs you!"

Her kidneys began to ache, her chest moved up and down rapidly, and she found it difficult to breathe. She needed to sit up if she hoped to breathe.

When she was about to give up, someone appeared and jumped into the scrap. She saw a man in a suit, and he was handsome. He seized the knives from the gangsters.

Angela struggled to open the eyes, trying to figure out where she was again. Then she saw the man. What was his name again? When she saw the familiar pearl brooch on his suit, she slipped back into unconsciousness, relieved that it was him.

Nancy had been struggling not to pass out, but without Angela, there was no hope.

...

VVIP inpatient department of Yao Hospital.

At three in the morning, two men were standing in the ward where the women were lying, not talking, but standing ever vigilant.

Lucy had peeped her head through the door many times to check on their condition.copy right hot novel pub