Goodbye, Saintess. Novel

---- Chapter 138 A dizzying spell hit him after that outburst, and he nearly collapsed. The fake waiter caught him. "Mr. Amos, you've lost too much blood. You need to get to a hospital now. Leave this jackass to us!" Rage twisted Terry's face. "No! I'm not going anywhere! | want to watch you break every single bone in this bastard's body. | want to see him writhe like an insect with its wings ripped out, his body split in half. | want to see him crawl away in terror! | want him dead!" My actions had humiliated him, and he demanded payment a hundredfold. "Understood. We have our orders, boys.

Get him! Crush every bone!" the waiter barked. Hundreds of bodyguards closed in on me. My confidence curdled in my stomach. There was no way | could escape unscathed, let alone intact. | could throw a decent punch, but these people were trained fighters. My arm hadn't even recovered from the sudden strike by the bodyguard's head honcho, clearly skilled in MMA or something ---- similar. "So what?" | muttered under my breath, gripping a shard of glass. | kept my injured arm close and locked my gaze on Terry. If went down today, he would go down with me. "How dare you look at me like that?!

Fuck, blind him!" Terry shrieked, shivering despite himself. At that moment, more than a dozen black cars screeched to a halt outside the restaurant. Men in black poured out. Baron saw Sebastian surrounded and felt faint. If anything happened to him, the Grimwalds' wrath would be unstoppable. Even Baron himself could be wiped out alongside the Amos family. "Get in there and save Mr. Grimwald!" he shouted. "Yes, sir!" His bodyguards charged into the restaurant. Their arrival reignited my strength and hope.

My arm still throbbed from the earlier attack, but Baron's presence reminded me | had a fighting chance. ---- My focus sharpened. | had to break out of this mob and reach him. Terry's face darkened with fury. He bellowed at the leader of his guards, "He's not getting out! Stop him! If crippling him is the way, then do it!" "Yes, sir!" the man stepped forward instantly, ready to act. Baron noticed. He bellowed, "Don't you dare, asshole! Touch a single hair on my mentor, and this place will run red with your blood!

Try me if you dare!" The leader hesitated, retreating slightly but staying near Terry. " Mr, Amos, Baron Goldman has specially trained soldiers, and he also has the numbers... | think | should stay by your side just in case."