Bab 165: CHAPTER 165

Damn it…

As the car was hit, I could still hear Zion cursing…

I felt warmth on my face. Looking up, I saw Dexter face.

He was protecting me, holding me tightly. Blood dripped from his forehead, down his chin, and onto my face.

"Dexter…"

Perhaps because of the drugs, his consciousness was hazy.

"Zion… there are more of them!" I heard Eason's panicked voice, which sounded distant.

A dozen people got out of the truck that had crashed into us. Clearly, they were targeting Dexter and me.

"Dexter…" I panicked, calling out his name anxiously.

The deformed car door was forcefully ripped open. Eason and Zion were trapped and unable to escape.

"What are you doing? Police!" Eason shouted angrily, but those people seemed unfazed.

Dexter and I were dragged out of the car, and blood blurred my vision.

"Dexter…"