The moment Bagot pulls the trigger, the man opposite shots him two seconds in advance. The bullet
hits Bagot's forearm. With great penetration, the bullet almost penetrates his arm.
Bagot suddenly lowers his arm and his shots go astray. He should have had a shot at Lily, instead of
the river beside.
Everyone present tenses up due to a sudden change. People on both sides of the river hold their guns
and weapons against the direction of the bullets.
Lily sees Hawk walk out from the back of the wooden house when she goes out of the water. From
afar, she feels Hawk is so short in the darkness. As he approaches step by step, his figure is enlarged
and even the fury in his eyes can be seen clearly.
Lily can feel the last shot because it is too close to her. The distance between life and death is so short,
even shorter than the thickness a piece of paper.
Hawk looks at the woman floating on the water with a gloomy expression. It is colder than the river
water. "Why are you here?"
His tone is edged with malice. He comes with the feeling of depression. Lily is not an idiot. She knows
that Hawk gives her a chance of explanation by asking.
"I ... I just come to take a shower. I feel quite uncomfortable for the wounds," she says in a quivering
voice. No one knows if she is afraid as she fails to flee, or she feels cold because of the river water.
Before Hawk is going to say a word, one of the men who takes Lily here immediately reports to Hawk
and looks at Lily with a serious and panicked expression. Even if Lily does not understand the
language of Country Y, she knows this man is exposing her lies.
Just as Lily thinks that she is completely exposed, Hawk, who is standing by the river suddenly takes
his gun and points it at the man's forehead without saying a word.
The man is shot right between the eyes, and blood is pouring out of the cut.
Hawk puts his gun down, twirling it idly as if he has just killed an animal. He says, "Do you still have
something to say?"
This time, no one dares to speak.
The air is filled with the strong smell of blood. Lily stays in the river, not daring to move forward or go
back. She is afraid that she will end up like that man.
She doesn't want to die, never.
Hawk meets Lily's gaze. It is the first time he sees the flinch.
He knows why she appears in the river. She wants to flee through this river. But unfortunately, she fails.
She is arrested on the spot.
If he is late just now, she will have been the one who is shot and falls to the ground.
Thinking of this, Hawk turns back and winks at the two men behind him. "Take her out of the river and
send her back to the room."
"Yes!"
The two strong men jump into the water and drag Lily to the shore. Lily is only wearing her underwear.
Although her body is with many wounds, she is still much more beautiful than the local people in
Country Y.
She clearly knows that the men are looking at her with the evil leer all around as if they want to strip off
all the clothes on her body.
Suddenly, she is covered with a large shirt. Her head is covered and she hurriedly puts it on. When she
looks up at Hawk, she sees that Hawk is topless.
He....
"Take her in!"
"Yes."
Before Lily says something, she is pushed into the wooden house.
Hawk walks to Bagot. The wound on Bagot's arm makes his face exceptionally pale. Hawk squats
down and looks at the bloody cut. He sneers and presses Bagot's wound violently with his thumb.
Bagot shouts out. He has already been in great pain. Hawk is undoubtedly rubbing salt into Bagot’s
wound by pressing the wound so hard. He feels too painful to breathe evenly. No one dares to step
forward to stop Hawk.
They know Hawk's temper. If they go to stop him, they will ask for trouble.
Bagot's clothes are quickly wet with cold sweat. He lets out a sigh of relief after Hawk lets go. Bagot
gasps, "Hawk, you actually shot me for a woman!"
He groans, like a wounded beast howling, but the people around could hear his words clearly.
Compared to Bagot, who is angry, Hawk is calm. He glances at Bagot with a sneer. "Are you
wronged?"
Bagot is silent and he stares at Hawk.
God knows how much he wants to rush into the wooden house and kill that bitch!
"Bagot, you are not wronged."
Hearing Hawk's words, Bagot is frozen. He changes to lie on the ground. He uses his left hand to block
his wound to prevent the blood from bleeding.
"Hawk, you've changed." Thinking of Hawk's unusual behavior, Bagot sneers, "You fall in love with that
woman, don't you? You're not willing to kill her. You even hurt my hand to save her!"
Hawk is not enraged by Bagot's words. The more arrogant he looks like, the calmer he is inside.
Hawk stands up and walks along the river to look around. He has already known everything. "Bagot,
you asked your person away in purpose and made Lily believe you are lax in the guard. You lured her
to flee so that you could kill her tonight."
His words begin a chain reaction. The man who was dead is still lying on the ground. When the man
who is in charge of guarding with the dead man tonight hears this, he is shocked and looks at Bagot in
surprise.
Bagot's angry expression is fixed on his face and he gradually becomes dull. He doesn't expect that
Hawk will find it so quickly. He sounds calm, "She is a pest. She must die."
Hawk turns around and asks this man, his confidant, who has been with him for so many days, "Bagot,
do you know what I hate the most?"
"Betrayal."
"No." He shakes his head and looks down at the person lying beside his feet, "I hate someone to make
decisions for me the most."
Bagot blinks his eyes and tightens his fist. A few seconds later, he seems to deflate. "I just hate to see
these. We should stop now. Are you really confident that we can continue? Hawk, I've never
questioned you before, but this time, I'm really worried."
Thinking of what has happened recently, he feels uneasy. Living in such life which is full of danger,
Bagot is more sensitive than ordinary people. "Since you know my intentions, then I won't make
excuses. I just regret that I do not kill that bitch."
Hawk doesn't reply. His eyes fall on the land that Bagot is lying on. It is already stained with dark red
blood. If he bleeds a little more, he will lose his arm.
He will never let go of anyone who disobeys his orders, except Bagot.
The breeze blows by the riverbank at night. Finally, he only leaves a sentence in the solemn tone, "This
is the last time. Next time, I will personally kill you."
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