NOVPUBChapter 1204: 541 Epochs (Second Update)_2 Chapter 1204: 541 Epochs (Second Update)_2 Peter Aria subconsciously looked at Madon Linggo.
Madon Linggo gently shook his head at him.
Night Hawk’s gaze followed the direction of Romilly Powell’s pointing finger.
Under the brilliant lights, the cheongsam-clothed young lady looked gentle and beautiful like a painting.
His gaze suddenly softened.
Like a sky full of stars falling.
“What are you still dazed for, kill her, this is Madam’s order,” Romilly Powell shouted.
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Night Hawk slowly pulled out his gun and methodically loaded it.
Cries of alarm merged into a chorus.
Madam Lewis quickly pressed Edric Lewis’s head into her chest.
Then the muzzle of the gun aimed at the young lady.
However, before Romilly Powell’s smile could fully form, the muzzle turned in another direction, aiming at Romilly Powell’s own head.
The smile on Romilly Powell’s face awkwardly froze.
She erupted in a furious voice, “Are you mad, the madam ordered you to kill Aubree Groove.”
The man put his finger on the trigger, Romilly Powell’s breath came to a sudden halt.
“I hate being ordered around.”
“You…
You dare to betray the madam, do you know what the consequences will be?”
A gunshot rang out, and the entire hall fell silent for a moment.
“Ah…” Romilly Powell screamed out, falling to the ground.
A bullet lodged in her right knee, her blood flowing wildly.
“Annoying.”
Apart from fear, everyone was shocked.
What turn of events was this?
Aubree Groove nonchalantly walked over to Madam Lewis’s side, helping her sit down and handed her a pill.
Without saying anything, Madam Lewis swallowed it down and immediately felt better.
She gave Aubree Groove’s hand a pat, “Thank you.”
Aubree Groove glanced around and nonchalantly said, “It’s just the poison from the clown-face flower, it only causes temporary weakness, there’s no danger to life.”
Upon hearing her words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Aubree Groove’s gaze fell on the withered colourful flower tree in the corner.
Unbelievably, Romilly Powell stared at her, “How did you know?”
Aubree Groove instructed Loretta at the door, “Bring some unicorn scent to neutralize the poison.”
“Yes.” A voice resounded from outside the door followed by the fading footsteps.
“Once again, you’ve foiled my plans.” Romilly Powell gritted her teeth, her face twisting in extreme pain, the rapid loss of blood making her skin exceptionally pale.
“The more an unjust cause rises, the surer its downfall.
The end of your good days has come.”
Romilly Powell fixed a hateful stare at Night Hawk, “So, you’re in cahoots with her, even after all the trust the madam had placed in you.”
With a cold look, Night Hawk passed over Romilly Powell to rest on the woman and said, “Because she…
killed Callista.”
The muzzle of the gun slowly lifted, this time, aiming at Virginia Frost.
The dust-laden past was uncovered, and the cruel truth came to light.
So the hand hiding behind Romilly Powell was hers!
Madam Lewis fixed a sharp gaze on Virginia Frost, “So it was you.”
The woman sat peacefully, her expressions remained unchanged from start to finish, as always, serene and beautiful.
“You’ve been waiting for this day, waiting for a long time, haven’t you?
It must’ve been hard for you to pretend for so long.”
Night Hawk shook his head, “The biggest mistake you made in your life was to kill her.”
Virginia Frost tugged at her lips, “The little hawk from back then has grown.
Have you forgotten who saved you, daring to point a gun at me.”
A tea cup flew towards Night Hawk’s head.
Night Hawk didn’t dodge, the cup hit his forehead, splitting into pieces when it hit the ground and tea spattered everywhere.
“What I owe you, I’ve repaid.
What you owe her, it hasn’t been paid.”
Virginia Frost gave out a bitter laugh, looking at Aubree Groove, “Want to avenge your mother?
Then kill me by your own hands.”
Aubree Groove shook her head, “I won’t dirty my own hands.”
The mask on Virginia Frost’s face finally started to crack inch by inch, “Very well, very well.”
Suddenly, she pulled a gun out from her waist, the muzzle aimed straight at Aubree Groove.
With the sound of a “bang,” a bullet was fired.
Her movement was too fast, almost in the blink of an eye, the dense shadow of death loomed over them, giving no place for recourse.
A gloomy smile spread across Virginia Frost’s face, like a dangerous and fascinating deadly nightshade blooming by the riversides of the netherworld.
Everyone knows Madame Frost for her intelligent elegance, a high-ranking lady who doesn’t soil her fingers.
However, no one knows that she grew up in the J Team, a natural-born sharpshooter, whose bullets never miss.
Once fired, they always claim a life.
She’s willing to bet her life, to exchange it for Aubree Groove’s death.
This might be the only chance in her life.
All grudges and favors will end here.
Aubree Groove’s pupils reflected the speeding bullet, in the face of absolute speed, any movement loses its meaning.
“Aubree Groove…” This was Peter Aria’s voice, heart-wrenching.
Night Hawk’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he sprang forward, but he was always a step too late.
Charlotte Aria’s breathing paused abruptly, her hands subconsciously clenched into fists.
But the next moment, she shook her head in disbelief.
No…
A muffled sound, the bullet penetrated the muscle, pierced the blood vessel, ripped apart the nerve.
The entire world suddenly became quiet.
The hot blood splashed on her face, the strong smell of blood filled her nostrils.
Aubree Groove frowned at the young man in front of her.
“Why?”
The young man smiled, his smile was so pale, yet seemed so relieved.
“I’m glad…
you’re okay.”
As soon as he opened his mouth, a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Cello Cook remembered Master Kuye’s comment: heart dead, body destroyed, irreparable.
In his sight, the young man was blood-stained.
“Sullivan.” Cello Cook’s eyes were bloodshot, he turned his head and shouted at Harvey Chambers: “Quick, call 110.”
He rushed over in a few strides, grabbing Virginia Frost’s arm directly: “How dare you hurt Sullivan.”
Upon noticing that Aubree Groove was unharmed, Night Hawk had already taken Virginia Frost under control.
Virginia Frost smiled, “She is still not dead, maybe it’s fate.”
The young man’s body swayed, falling straight onto Aubree Groove’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.”
He looked towards the door, heavy snow was falling, and the night was boundless.
He remembered that day.
His sin, for which no punishment was enough.
“Don’t talk.” Aubree Groove covered his wound with both hands, yet the fresh blood kept surging out.
“Brother Curve…” Stella White ran over crying, “Why are you so foolish, why did you block the bullet for her.”
Sheila Cook wiped her tears, “Uncle…”
Peter Aria rushed over, took a quick check and said, “It’s bad, the bullet hit his heart, he must have surgery immediately, he can’t faint.
Loretta, make sure the ambulance comes as fast as possible.”
Aubree Groove was shocked: “Why did it hit the heart?”
Virginia Frost intended to shoot Aubree Groove’s heart, with no margin of error, it was a sure hit.
But Anton Cook blocked the bullet for her.
His back was to Virginia Frost, so the bullet should hit his right chest, where everyone’s heart is on the left.
Unless…
Peter Aria looked distressed: “His heart is different from normal people’s, it’s on the right.”
This coincidence nearly took his life.
“He will faint soon due to lack of blood supply to the brain, and will enter a brain-dead state within five minutes.
He must stay conscious now, he can’t fall unconscious.”
Peter Aria is a specialist in Cardiothoracic Surgery and has performed surgeries on gunshot victims to the heart overseas.
The success rate is very low.
This is no longer a question of a surgeon’s skill, but the luck and willpower of the injured party.
Peter Aria thought of one case, “There is another way, it’s crazy, but it’s too risky.”
Aubree Groove grabbed Peter Aria’s hand, her eyes bloodshot: “You must save him.”
“He is a benefactor to the Arias, I will do my utmost.”
Anton Cook lay in Aubree Groove’s arms, smiling as he reached out with his bloodstained hand, trying to touch Aubree Groove’s face.
Aubree Groove grabbed his hand and placed it on her own face, letting the fresh blood stain her skin.
“There’s something…I…if I don’t say it…I might have…no chance.”
He spoke laboriously, with more and more blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
