Chapter 330

Silas was unfortunately sent flying out of the car. His head smacked against the ground, making so much blood flow out that it drenched his vision red. There was only one thought in his mind right now—Shit! Now that the bullet had struck his heart, he might end up dying soon. Meanwhile, Valerie was still stuck in the car. Their pursuers had come prepared and would definitely pose a threat to Valerie's life. Why hadn't Lucius come to their aid yet? It was fine if Silas died. But if Valerie died, would Lucius blame him for failing to protect her? As Silas lay there waiting for his death on the roadside, he saw a sleek figure walking out from the crumpled SUV through his blurred red vision. The figure held an army knife in each hand, the blades glinting coldly in the night. As the figure expertly wielded the blades, the attackers began falling one by one like rag dolls. Silas' heart lurched. Was Valerie that killing machine, wielding those army knives? Silas forced himself to