Chapter 3 The rescue

Boom…

Gunfire shook the place. The bullet hit on his shoulder blade.

“Mm…” Vincent groaned and returned his gaze to the attacker.

Gaius was prepared to take charge. As his eyes blazed hazel, his fangs dropped.

Vincent controlled Gaius with great difficulty. Within a snap of a finger, he hurried towards the man and broke his neck. His anger only intensified after killing him. He glanced over the other three men lying on the floor. They tried to get up and run. Horror was all that could be seen in their eyes.

Vincent grabbed the gun from the ground and shot them one by one.

Boom-Boom-Boom…

The sound of the gunshot mingled with the rumbling of thunder. The rain began to pour subsequently.

Vincent's gaze was drawn back to Olivia. She was still unconscious. He approached her, horizontally lifted her in his arms, and exited the place.

The rain had intensified by the time he returned to the alley. He noticed a black limousine parked alongside the road and some men dressed in black suits seeking something.

Vincent assumed those were the elderly man's associates. As he got closer, one of them hurried over to him.

“Miss…” The man exclaimed anxiously, “What happened to her?”

“Passed out…” was the answer that came from Vincent.

The man’s sharp eyes scanned Olivia closely. Her forehead was swelled and bluish on the right side. Her clothes were ripped off from here and there. Several scratch marks were also noticeable on her arms. She required immediate medical attention.

Having thought about that, the man motioned Vincent to take her to the car. Vincent approached the limousine and put her in the seat.

Then he turned to leave but paused as he heard the man ask, “Excuse me, Sir. Thank you for saving Miss and our boss. May I know your name?”

Vincent glanced back at him across his shoulder, “Vincent McNeil…”

The man spotted the blood on his shoulder blade as he moved away.

He exclaimed, rushing towards him, “You are injured. Let’s go to the hospital.”

“It’s just a scratch.” Vincent didn’t stop walking while replying.

He quickened his steps and hurried out of the alley.

Soon Vincent reached his apartment. He removed his wet and blood-stained clothes and dumped them into the laundry bag. He walked over to the washroom, grabbing the fruit knife from the side table.

He looked at his shoulder blade in the mirror. Blood was still seeping through the wound. He opened the cabinet, pulled out a bottle of spirit, and poured some on the injury.

A slight grimace appeared on his stoic face. Then he pierced the wound with the knife. Gaius whimpered inside his head, and Vincent groaned.

He stopped for a while and gasped, perspiring profusely. Then he again dug the knife. This time, he didn’t stop until he dug out the bullet.

“Ah…” He screamed and dropped the knife, blood pouring from his wound.

Vincent reached into the cabinet for some cotton and pressed it on the wound.

Gaius concentrated on healing his injury as Vincent came out of the toilet and plopped on the bed.

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In the hospital…

In an executive ward, a lovely young lady sat in a chair next to a hospital bed. Her gaze was drawn to the old man's pale face. Those blue orbs were filled with anxiety. Her attention then shifted to the gauge-wrapped wound on his stomach. Her face progressively turned gloomy.

She fetched her phone from her purse and dialed a number.

“Find out who attacked Dad. And also investigate whether Elias is connected to this assassination attempt,” She commanded fiercely the second the call connected.

After a moment of pause, she added, “He just came back to the town and these accidents started all over again. I doubt that he is involved in this attack.”

“I understand, madam,” A deep male voice came out of the phone.

“Okay, I am hanging up now. Keep reporting to me.”

She ended the call and looked back at Oscar Griffin, sighing profoundly.

Crack…

Her eyes moved to the door and saw a nurse coming in.

“Good morning, Miss Griffin. Your sister wants to talk to you.” The nurse gave her a courteous smile.

“Alright. Stay here until I am back.”

“Don’t worry. I am right here.”

It was only then that she left the ward with no worry in her mind. She entered the adjacent ward and discovered Olivia seated on a sickbed, looking at her phone.

“How are you feeling now?”

Olivia lifted her head as soon as she heard her sister’s charming voice.

“Natalia…” She exclaimed, grinning widely.

Natalia couldn't help but smile when she saw how happy Olivia was. She took a step closer and sat next to her on the bed. She reached out to caress her slightly swollen forehead.

“Is it still painful?” She inquired with concern.

“I am fine.” Olivia grabbed Natalia’s hands and asked excitedly, “Do you know how handsome that man was?”

Olivia's eyes twinkled with delight as she remembered Vincent.

“Wow, he is extremely hot.” Her hands unintentionally flew to her cheeks. “And those muscular biceps, his hot body… Oh…”

She took Natalia’s hands in hers again, “Find that man for me, please.”

Olivia threw an imploring look at her.

“I want to date him.”

“What?”