Chapter 122: If You Don't Drink a Toast, You Must Drink a Penalty

"Fat bitch, stop right there!"

"Stop, you dare to trick us!" The leader and the blond one were shouting from behind, while the tall one and the scarf-wearing man accelerated and sprinted forward.

Abigail ignored them, pushing Brandon Piers' wheelchair with tension in her heart, worrying that the man on the bed might die.

The real danger wasn't the loud gang but the two who were catching up to them and remained silent.

They were the real threat.

Specifically to Brandon.

"I told you to stop and you still run!" The blond man panted and yelled, having fallen behind. He noticed two bricks in the corner and picked them up.

The tall man was catching up with a middle-aged man and his subordinate. Eyeing them, he said, "Are you here to catch the fat bitch too? Our boss said she has money. We can split it if we catch her."

The four of them assumed that the middle-aged man was also being paid to deal with Abigail.