Rebirth: General, Don't Mess Around!

Cyril’s loud ”haha” laughter followed, ”Of course I know what Mr. Will wants to do, but what does it matter. Between you and Mr. Will, Mr. Will is obviously more important. I helped him remove you, the guy who approached him right from the start; we are in a partnership, there’s no deception.”

”We...”

Before he could finish, a dull sound came from the dark, and Cyril’s face changed drastically as he clutched his painfully wounded arm.

The bodyguards protecting Cyril also realized something had happened, shielded him even more tightly, and swiftly retreated outside.

Someone had fired a shot from the shadows, and Cyril was hit by a bullet!

The wounded Cyril, erupting with anger as he evacuated the hotel, roared, ”Kill him, kill all the Caucasians associated with him!”

Noah had no chance or time to explain further; when he heard the pained noise from Cyril’s throat, he knew things had worsened significantly.

He resisted, reacting extremely quickly.

As a well-trained soldier, Noah constantly sought opportunities to escape. He had been curled up on the ground when Cyril retreated after being shot. In just those few seconds, he grabbed the pistol that was pressed against his forehead, shouted loudly, sprang up, and elbowed his attacker in the jaw. At the same time, he snatched the assailant’s submachine gun and swept it toward Cyril’s direction.

”Kill them all, all of them!” The furious shout seemed almost to burst from Cyril’s throat; he was not afraid to escalate the situation, now even contemplating blowing up the entire hotel.

With Cyril’s order, the hotel was nearly enveloped by gunfire, with bursts of shots and screams echoing incessantly.

The resisting Noah hid behind a sofa, continually firing. He did not know how long he could hold out, but he was certain he would not survive the night.

Someone shot at Cyril, but who?

Was it one of theirs?

Or someone else?

The sofa, peppered with bullets, broke open, revealing chunks of foam; with doubts and wounds, Noah rolled several times, took advantage of the darkness to leave the sofa, and headed toward the elevator.

He was very cautious, ensuring he could stay alive to report the situation in his hotel back to his country.

Meanwhile, amidst the chaos, Xia Jinyuan headed to the fifth floor. He aimed and shot based solely on sounds and intuition; he didn’t need to kill Cyril with one shot, it was enough to make Cyril believe the shooter was one of Noah’s people, someone from within the hotel.

Alice Cheng sat quietly on the bed, taking a rest. Ye Jian stayed in the fifth-floor room without leaving, occasionally glancing at the woman standing beside her. Alice pressed her lips tight, her eyes shadowed and unclear.

These Chinese... when did they arrive in Molaban? When did they enter the hotel? And how did they find her so quickly, taking the chance to ”rescue” her during the firefight between Noah and Cyril?

Did they know her identity?

Did they know why she was in Molaban?

Sitting still, Alice’s mind was anything but quiet.

After a while, she suddenly spoke up, ”Is my husband still okay?”

With so many doubts, Alice chose to start by asking about her husband, indirectly obtaining information that could benefit her.

With a G3 guarding the door, Ye Jian, watching Alice, calmly said, ”Sorry, we are not aware of your husband’s situation.”