Chapter 690

At that moment, Henry, seated in the wheelchair pushed by Willow, lifted his head. Spotting the couple behind Willow raising an iron rod and a burlap sack, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly. But in the next instant, his brows suddenly furrowed, a shadow of calculation flashing through his eyes. Just then, Uncle Fred’s furious shout rang out. Simultaneously, two gunshots echoed—but they didn’t come from Uncle Fred’s direction. Instead, they originated from the rooftop nearby. A bullet streaked down, piercing straight through the man’s raised arm holding the iron rod before striking the woman’s shoulder. Henry’s mind raced. In a split-second decision, he twisted his body and lunged from the wheelchair, pulling Willow down with him as they crashed to the ground. "Willow, watch out!" he shouted urgently. The wheelchair toppled over as Henry wrapped his arms around Willow, rolling twice across the ground. Soon, the agonized wails of the couple filled the air. Willow scra