"Oh?" Noah Bates curled his lips and withdrew the gun in his hand. After giving a cold glance at the screaming black men in the rearview mirror, his face was full of murderous intent. "A bunch of clowns, wasting my time even if they join forces."
"Let's go. I'll take you to the hotel to settle Violet Don first."
Carlos White turned the car towards the International Grand Hotel and glanced at Violet Don, noticing her struggling to breathe against Noah Bates' chest. Being a talented Divine Doctor, he sensitively perceived something wrong.
"Old Noah..." Carlos White instinctively called out.
"What?"
Noah Bates gently patted Violet Don's back seat while looking up at his good friend.
Carlos White swallowed, "Your... your little sweetheart seems... seems to have some unusual reaction?"
Noah Bates felt his heart skip a beat, lowered his head to look at the woman in his arms, then hooked his slender fingers under her chin to raise her face.