When the reception ended, it was late at night.

They said goodbye to each other at the parking lot. Before getting into the car, Yuna asked Chris, "When do you and Miss Freya plan to hold your wedding?"

Since his successful marriage proposal to Freya, Chris had become gentle. He gave her a breeze-like smile and said, "It's in preparation. You will be the first one to receive our invitation, remember to come then."

Yuna firmly nodded and said, "Sure."

Actually, she knew she was not sure.

If their wedding was held after she was revealed, even if she would be glad to attend it, nobody would welcome her.

In Wesley's car, Yuna slanted her head and tried to sleep, but she couldn't.

She was wondering if anything was wrong and she felt uneasy.

After a time, Yuna suddenly heard Wesley seriously speaking to her in a cold voice, "Yuna, wake up!"

Wesley had always spoken to her in two tones. One was an impatient tone of command, which meant that if she dared to respond with hesitation, he would gaze at her with his knife-like eyes.

The other, just like the one at the very moment, was serious and calm, which was telling her that he was not kidding and they were in trouble.

Yuna opened her eyes at once and saw Wesley assembling a pistol.

With a cold and murderous look on his face, he finished assembling the pistol at a ghost-like speed within 10 seconds. Then he threw it to her and asked, "Do you know how to use it?"

Yuna did know, but she asked in bewilderment-"What's wrong? Aren't we almost reaching the villa?"

"Damn it! I only want to go back and have a good rest. What the hell is going on?" Yuna thought.

Wesley pursed his lips indifferently and took out another pistol from under the seat. He wiped its pitch-black muzzle and said, "I'm afraid that someone won't let us go back."

The implication was that-someone was going to kill Wesley.

"Who could it be?" Yuna thought.

"Is it Mike? That's impossible. He has lost trust in Rowdy and he's waiting to meet Wesley to settle a business cooperation."

"Or are they Wesley's enemies from Glasgow? It's unlikely that they would come to Arlington to hunt and kill him."

"Well then... it could only be Rowdy."

In order to establish a business relationship with Mike, killing Wesley while he was away from his territory would be completely in line with Rowdy's style.

However, Yuna wondered why Rowdy hadn't told her anything about it when he called her at noon.

Yuna forced herself to calm down and asked, "How many people are there?"

"There are four cars and about 20 guys," Wesley said calmly.

"20 guys..." Yuna felt desperate as if the sky were falling. She asked, "It means that we have to fight one-on-ten. Mr. Mu, are we going to die tonight?"

Wesley glanced at Yuna with a hidden danger in his eyes and asked, "Do you hope so?"

"No, absolutely not!" Yuna shook her head like a rattle and said, "We still have to rely on your wise leadership to earn our living. You can't die, you must hold on! By the way... have you come up with a solution?"

If they fought one-on-ten, it would be impossible for them to survive, so Wesley had to find a way to ask for assistance.

It was obvious that Wesley had been prepared for that. He phoned Gavin at once and said, "I'm on Kanglin Road. Some cars are following me, send me a few guys."

"Hold on for 20 minutes." There came Gavin's firm voice, which had been casual. He said, "I'll do it right now."

After the call, Wesley looked at the map, which showed that if they drove off the freeway, they would reach the driveway in the villa area. It was late at night, and the driveway was deserted with few vehicles on it. Those cars had been following his for about half an hour, and it was likely that the guys in them wanted to kill him on the driveway.

He wasn't sure if they were working for Rowdy and he tSimon Yuna, "Protect yourself if the fight starts."

"How about you?" Yuna asked almost subconsciously.

"Are you worrying about me?" Wesley sneered and said, "I think you'd better think about how not to hinder me."

"You'd better not look down on me!" Yuna made a threatening gesture and said, "You know, I'm proficient in Korean boxing! You can't say that I will hinder you!"

"..."

Wesley had wondered what Yuna's merits were.

At that moment, he felt that it was not half bad that she could be blindly confident and arrogant.

The driver sped up to shake off the cars behind, while their pursuers were also skilled. He managed to shake off one, while the other caught up with his at once.

A bloody battle seemed inevitable.

"Mr. Mu," the driver said, "it seems that they don't dare to fire at us on the freeway. How about continuing driving forward until we get our assistance?"

That meant-to escape.

Wesley would never act in such an inferior way.

"No." Wesley loaded his pistol and said, "Drive off the freeway. I dare anyone to try and kill me."

The driver had to wrench the wheel, then he drove the car off the freeway and turned to the skyline drive.

With a "click-" sound-he locked and loaded the pistol.

Yuna subconsciously glanced at Wesley, who looked like an active hunter instead of the one being hunted. He was calm and at ease; it seemed that he was able to support a falling sky with one hand while fight against his enemies with the other.

"Drive faster!"

There was a bend ahead. As Wesley ordered, the driver sped up. At almost the same time, Wesley pressed somewhere in the car. Then the lid of the boot sprang open, knocking the backseats and the boot together, which made it possible for him to see what was going on behind while exposed him and Yuna to the sight of the cars behind.

Before she could react, Yuna was held down onto the backseat. She curled herself on it and heard "bang-bang-".

Then, the lid of the boot slammed shut, and there came the sound of a sudden brake from behind, followed by the sound of a collision...

Yuna broke away with Wesley's hand and looked up. She found that the windshield of the Buick that had been following them was broken while the driver in the car got injured and lost control of it. Then the front half of the car rushed off the road, leaving it in the danger of rolling over at any time.

Only three cars were left following them.

"Oh, it seems that we're likely to win." Yuna thought.

While she was complacent, Yuna felt Wesley's cold voice pouring into her ears. "Yuna."

Yuna vacantly looked at Wesley and said, "Ah?"

Wesley pushed aside Yuna's pistol that was pointed at him and said, "You haven't loaded it yet. You can't threaten me with it even if you aim it at me."

Yuna realized that when she was squatting in the backseat, she had inadvertently aimed the pistol at Wesley. She panicked for half a second and calmly said, "It's just that I have no intention of threatening you."

As soon as her voice died down, there came the sounds of gunfire. The bullets hit their car like moths flying toward a flame, but they didn't cause any substantial damage to the bulletproof shell of the car.

However, with so many people firing at them, they couldn't hold on for a long time.

Yuna asked, "Mr. Mu, what should I do?"

"Do as you did just now," Wesley said, "Aim at the person in the co-driver seat. Be quick."

Yuna nodded, and squatted in the backseat, with her head exposed. Then she aimed her pistol at the man in the co-driver seat of the car behind.

"Shoot!"

When Wesley voice died down, the lid of the boot sprang open again. Without thinking it over, Yuna fired several shots. She missed, but at least she had provided cover for Wesley. Wesley's bullets had either hit the tire or the driver of the car behind, for it lost control and zigzagged toward the roadside.

The guys in the other two cars saw that and fired hard at them. Due to the raindrop-like bullets from behind, their backseats were punctured. Wesley closed the lid of the boot and said, "It won't work anymore." Otherwise, the next thing to be punctured would be their heads instead of the backseats.

"It's just fine that you've gotten rid of two cars like that," Yuna said. She squatted and bent over the back of the seat to observe the situation behind. Suddenly she saw the sunroof of a car open; then a man stood up and threw something toward them.

Previously, Yuna wasn't sure if those guys were working for Rowdy. At the very moment, she was sure about it. She recognized the miniature bomb that was flying toward them-only Rowdy had access to it.

"Stop!"

Yuna almost roared out as she opened the door and pushed Wesley to jump off the car with her.

Outside the door was a steep slope alongside the road. The two rolled down and heard a loud "bang-" sound, then came a blaze soaring into the air.

Yuna was shocked.

Although they knew that she was in the car, those who worked for Rowdy still dared to use the bomb. She was sure that they had done it that way according to his orders.

She could almost guess how Rowdy had said it, "If you meet with any difficulty, just ignore Yuna and use the bomb. I want Wesley to be dead before tomorrow!"

He had always been like that-as long as he could achieve his goal, he would sacrifice everything even if it was her life.

"Yuna!" At the moment of life and death, Wesley wondered why Yuna could be deeply absorbed in her thoughts. He yanked her to her feet and said, "Hold your pistol!"

Yuna came to herself, then she ran after Wesley and asked, "There are still many guys hunting us. Shall we find a place to hide and wait for assistance?"

As her voice died down, there came an approaching roar of a helicopter and an official voice over a loudspeaker. "Listen, people in the car with the license plate saying AXXXX, you have been surrounded. Put down your weapons, get off the car and put your hands above your heads..."

"What's going on?" Yuna looked up in bewilderment at the blinding lights of the helicopter and asked, "Did Gavin call the police? Will we be all right?"

Precisely, the police and those who worked for Brian went there together. Wesley and Yuna were safe.

Wesley glanced at Yuna and suddenly asked, "Where did you get your pistol?"

Yuna was clever. She pointed toward those who had crouched down on the road and said, "From them."

Wesley turned his lips into a smile with satisfaction and said, "Very good."

The two parted the thorns alongside the slope and walked toward the road. Before they could get there, a black Buick that had been parking by the road suddenly ran toward them at full speed-

Yuna realized that not all the guys that worked for Rowdy had gotten off their cars. To fulfill the task, a man was determined to perish together with Wesley.

She reacted at once, which she had never done before. When the car was about to hit her and Wesley, she pushed him away with huge strength.

Wesley held Yuna's hand to take her to a safe place. But it was too late, Yuna was knocked down by the car, then she rolled down the slope again...

Yuna just felt pain. It hurt like hell when she was hit by the car. As she rolled down, she was pained to death because of the impacts.

What's worse, she finally bumped against a big tree.

Though it helped to stop her, she felt that she had to be badly battered...