Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 582 - 320 If Love_2

As soon as he thought of this, Joshua Hughes’s deep eyes burned with a towering fury, as if he would reduce this world to ashes.

He swept a calm glance at the alley. They had just gotten out of the car, and he could still feel the lingering warmth of her on the seat. They hadn’t gone far. Striding into the alley, the car wouldn’t just stop here for no reason.

His large hand reached for his waist, gripping a small handgun. Today, he was going to unleash hell. Whoever dared to touch his beloved woman, he would send them down to the Inferno...

A slender and graceful silhouette lay fallen on the ground. Even though she was in a daze, Avery Jane instinctively clutched her shawl tightly.

Suddenly, her small hand was ruthlessly kicked away, and then a pair of brown old leather shoes viciously stepped on her delicate white hand, almost breaking it. A scream like a nightingale’s wail pierced the air, making hearts tremble.

Avery Jane’s face turned deathly pale from the pain, jolting her awake. In front of her were several men, almost all wearing floral shirts with thick gold chains, some chewing betel nut, others with cigarettes in their mouths.

The room was somewhat shabby. She didn’t know where this was. The men’s terrifying gazes made her tremble involuntarily, filled with animalistic lust, as if they wanted to tear and devour her, making her heart nearly stop beating. Being looked at like this made her sick to her stomach...

"Little beauty, you are really quite the looker. Why wrap yourself in a blanket in such hot weather? Come, let brother help you get rid of it." The burly man, with a cigarette in his mouth and a foot still on Avery Jane’s hand, crouched down and reached to pull her shawl away.

Immediately, the room was filled with the rapid and heavy breathing of men.

A dress with a broken strap barely clung to her, the smooth, flawless skin of her back exposed, causing them to swallow hard, their breath misting from their noses.

An agonizing pain pierced through her palm, sending shockwaves through every nerve in her body, tears blurring her vision.

Who will save her...

It wasn’t just the pain in her hand; the greedy and lewd gazes of these men disgusted her to the core.

Joshua Hughes felt as if his heart was brutally stabbed. It was as if he could hear Avery Jane’s screams, as though they had a telepathic connection; she must be nearby.

This place was like a forbidden zone of the city. Any room here could be hiding drug dealers, wanted criminals, or murderers. Every door concealed unknown dangers.

But none of this could stop him, because his beloved was here. So, he would ascend to heaven or descend to hell, God blocks, God kills, Buddha blocks, Buddha kills...

Suddenly, with a "bang," a gunshot rang out, a bullet grazing past his face. Joshua glanced up at the little building’s rooftop where the bullet was fired from.

Just as he glanced over, he saw a figure. Years of developed vigilance allowed him to swiftly dodge behind a dilapidated signboard, but the bullet still grazed his skin, leaving a scar on his sharp, chiseled face.

That must be the place. That scream just now came from that direction...

Atlas Hallow heard the gunshot from a distance, identified the direction, and rushed over, the car seemingly growing wings as it sped, the wheels almost taking flight from the speed.

Blood trickled down his cheek, his deep, elongated eyes filled with a murderous intent that could blot out the sky. This was one of the most lawless places in all of Las Vegas, so whether he died here or killed someone here, it would be difficult to trace. It seemed Big Head George intended to leave him permanently in Las Vegas this time.

One leg lifted, he kicked open the wooden door violently, and the scene he beheld filled his deep-set eyes with intense pain and pity.

Then came an overwhelming wave of cold killing intent, like the hardest, coldest chill emitting an extreme cold light in the night.

Avery Jane’s slender figure lay on the floor, her tossed shawl a short distance away, unreachable because a foot was on her hand...

The foot on her hand felt like a gigantic nail pinning her hand to the cold ground. Her body trembled slightly. A little more pressure from the man, and her face would pale further, her whole body trembling with pain. Tears had already soaked her eyes, long eyelashes wet with tears, her palm throbbing as if her bones had been crushed...

Through the blurred tears, she could still see that figure, tall and sturdy.

Watching the door being kicked open, the man who stepped on her had a ferocious expression, stomping her delicate hand with the shoe.

"Ah..." The coarse shoe sole pierced her delicate skin, leaving it bloody and raw.

Through tear-filled eyes, she saw Joshua Hughes charge in like lightning. A vicious sweeping kick sent the man in the floral shirt flying to the floor, blood spilling from his mouth. It all happened so fast, the surrounding people just realizing, as Joshua grabbed Avery Jane’s hand to make their escape.

If it were normal circumstances, these few men wouldn’t be an issue, but with her here now, he could only ensure her safety first.

He’d seen too many bloody scenes. Bullets didn’t have eyes. He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her under his protection, so they had to escape first.

His eyes were icy, almost frozen. The men behind them wielding knives, baseball bats, and hammers relentlessly chasing them.

His strong arms pulled her small body into his embrace, turning sideways to shield her from a blinding slash. The sharp knife cut through the air, tearing his suit, the searing pain from his shoulder leaving him no time to care.

All he wanted was to use his body to shield her from all danger.

Joshua Hughes held Avery Jane’s petite body tightly, his deep-set eyes filled with anxiety, his voice hoarse: "Don’t be afraid, we can go out soon, you go first..."

With her by his side, he simply couldn’t act.

Tears shimmered in her clear eyes, lips trembling unable to speak, as Joshua mercilessly shoved her toward the exit, roaring and growling: "Hurry up, go..."

Then he turned coldly away, standing in the alley, blocking their path.

Joshua Hughes coldly removed his jacket, unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt to reveal muscular forearms, eyes sweeping over the four pursuers. These guys were really courting death.

Avery Jane staggered backward toward the exit, watching his mountain-like sturdy figure blocking the way, her eyes misty with tears, large drops falling down.

Joshua Hughes, if you love, why would you hurt me like this? If you don’t love, why would you risk your life for me...