"You're wrong! I don't want my daughter to see what your death!" Lachlan's eyes were sharp, and he exuded a terrifying aura. He spoke in a cold voice.
At this moment, the door to the private room was locked from the outside, and there were eight assassins disguised as waitstaff! They all had a deadly intent in their eyes, firmly fixed on Lachlan.
The leader was a young man with long hair, emitting a sinister and cold aura.
"Kid, I don't know where you get your confidence from."
With that, the sinister young man with long hair turned to Miranda and sneered, "Ms. Lowe, you've really angered the young master this time. He ordered us to kill this man in front of you. He wants you to watch how he's brutally killed, all because of you."
Upon hearing these words, Miranda's pretty face became extremely ugly.
This man did not directly mention Isa, but Miranda would not fail to understand who the "young master" in their mouth was.
"How dare you! If you want to kill him, you'll have to kill me first!" Miranda gritted her teeth and said, unexpectedly blocking in front of Lachlan, using her delicate body to protect him.
"Lachlan, take Nora and jump out of the window, run quickly! They won't dare to harm me!" She anxiously said, while taking out her phone to dial Mason's number, hoping to have her brother send someone over quickly.
However, the next second, Miranda's complexion changed.
The signal here had been localizedly blocked by someone!
Miranda's face was filled with panic and self-blame. Was he going to die because of her again? Although she had approached Lachlan initially because he was willing to risk his life, she couldn't accept it now. Especially after their recent interactions, she had developed a special feeling for this man.
"Do you think you can help me stop them? Hold Nora and hide somewhere while I stand in front."
However, just as Miranda was panicking, a warm hand patted her shoulder and a tall figure stood in front of her. Seeing Miranda's behavior surprised and touched Lachlan. He didn't expect that when facing the killers, she would stand in front of him.
In Lachlan's mind, their relationship was just a simple transaction between him and his wife. But at this moment, something else had been added to the mix.
"You're quite clear-headed! Tell me your last wish before you die," the long-haired youth asked coldly as he looked at Lachlan like he was looking at a corpse.
"I only have one request. Don't scream so loudly before you die; don't wake up my daughter! Can you do that?" replied Lachlan calmly.
As the words fell, the eight assassins' expressions darkened, and in their eyes, along with the intent to kill, there was a hint of grim determination and anger.
They had been involved in numerous killings and had grown accustomed to witnessing the despair and pleas of their targets just before death.
For them, this was also a sense of achievement and pleasure.
However, today, this man actually dared to provoke them!
"Go! Don't end him so quickly. Let him suffer a bit before he dies!" The long-haired and sinister young man waved his hand and ordered the other seven people.
As soon as the words fell, seven assassins grinned and surrounded Lachlan, their sharp knives glinting and captivating!
"Lachlan, danger!" Miranda shouted urgently.
"Close your eyes and stand a little further away with Nora!"
Lachlan's face was stern, and his eyes were shining brightly.
Just then, one of the assassins lunged forward, a sharp knife in hand, aiming straight for Lachlan's abdomen.
His skills were extremely agile, clearly having received professional training.
However, no matter how professional the training was, it was impossible to surpass the limits of the human body.
And in front of him, Lachlan, nourished by the dragon's energy, had long become like a "little Superman".
Moreover, he had never stopped practicing the "Dragon Soul Immortal Technique" these days. In addition to his strong physical body, Lachlan had already mastered some attacking martial arts techniques.
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