Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 137 "I'm doing what you wanted me to do, man! Your pals are leaving! Why are you still pressing that pointy bottle against my neck? You've got to be careful! You could cut my jugular!" Terry shouted, failing miserably to hide his fear. | sneered, "And then what? You'll die? Sounds like you deserve it, Now shut up. I'll let you go when the time comes." He went silent, wisely choosing not to argue. | watched Jeanine and Lucas leave the room and followed them into the hall. The restaurant had been emptied-the Amos' bodyguards had cleared everyone out long before this.

Now, they waited in the hall. "L said, go outside! Do not try to block my people from leaving, or else!" I barked. This time, they obeyed immediately, without waiting for Terry to repeat the order. With them gone, my employees were finally free. They turned to me, eyes filled with the loyalty of comrades who would follow me into any battle. | realized that if Sleeping Giant survived this, we would become an unbreakable team, united by loyalty and trust. They would be ---- the wind at my back.

| just hoped Sleeping Giant would still exist after this | watched my employees disappear safely into the streets. It was just me, Terry, and his numerous bodyguards now. The situation had become perilous. | had to stay alert and monitor every one of them. After all, Terry's people had the advantage of numbers. A single mistake, and I would lose both my hostage and my head. "Okay, so your people have left safely! Can | go now, man? Please?" Terry's voice trembled. "Let me go to the hospital, okay?

I'm gonna die from blood loss at this rate..." The gash on his neck might not have been deep, but | had smashed his head with a bottle. He was not exaggerating, especially with blood running down his head and soaking my fingers. | frowned as the reality sank in. With my employees gone, my predicament had grown dangerously acute. How was | going to get out of this? "How do | know you won't attack me back?" | asked coldly. "| won't, man! Bro, I'm scared of you! | don't want to piss you off!" he protested. "Just let me go, please!" ---- A waiter slipped past me.

Without warning, he pressed his fingers together, hardening his hand like a blade, and struck my arm-the one holding Terry hostage. Pain shot through my arm, numbing it, and | heard him yell, "Let him go!" It felt like a car had slammed into my arm. My grip faltered, and the waiter snatched Terry away and dragged him to safety. In an instant, bodyguards surged into the hall, surrounding me. Terry, finally free from shock, shoved his rescuer away ina mix of rage and exhilaration. "How dare you threaten me, you piece of shit? Now you pay!" he shouted.