The gash on Joshua''s arm was long and deep. If it wasn''t treated to stop the bleeding soon, he could easily go into shock from blood loss.


    And he was this injured, yet he still wanted to lead the enemy away.


    Ste''s eyes reddened. "Joshua, are you trying to get yourself killed?"


    Ste rarely used Joshua''s full name.


    Clearly, she was truly furious.


    Ste helped Joshua out of the car.


    Seeing that she had found out, Joshua knew she wouldn''t leave, so he didn''t insist.


    Just as they were about to abandon the vehicle, Joshua''s eyes turned cold as he stared into the distance.


    Sensing something, Ste followed his gaze.


    Sure enough, more cars were speeding toward them.


    With Joshua injured and their car disabled, their chances were slim if they were caught.


    Ste quickly scanned her surroundings. The cars that had been used to block their pathy scattered nearby, fuel from their tanks leaking onto the ground and pooling into small streams.


    Ste nced at the approaching vehicles and had an idea.


    She released the safety on her pistol and was about to fire.


    Joshua, beside her, seemed to know what she was nning and stopped her.


    He took the gun from her hand. "Let me."


    Joshua raised the pistol and aimed at the leaking fuel tank.


    The bullet hit its mark.


    BOOM!


    A massive fireball erupted into the sky, the mes leaping several meters high. The gasoline on the ground ignited with the explosion, creating a wall of fire that blocked the road.


    Joshua''s eyes were dark. In the firelight, his handsome face was cast in shadow, his expression unreadable.


    The immediate crisis was averted. Ste quickly performed some basic first aid on Joshua''s arm to stop the bleeding.


    She said in a low voice, "Joshua, there are some things I can handle myself. You don''t have to solve everything for me."


    Ste had tried to shoot twice, and both times Joshua had stopped her.


    She guessed that he didn''t want her to have blood on her hands.


    Realizing she had figured it out, Joshua didn''t hide it. "The path of killing is one you can''t turn back from once you start.


    Star, you''re different from people like us."


    "If I let others do these things for


    me,"


    Said, "then what''s the


    e between me and the


    who step on others to get ahead?


    Joshua smiled. "What does it matter


    its a difference? It''s


    we


    something


    agree on. You can''t


    about what others think


    belongs


    Star, all you need to think about now is how to seed. The opinions of insignificant people don''t matter."


    Ste looked at Joshua, a lump forming in her throat.


    "Joshua..."


    Joshua smiled gently. "Star, just use me as a stepping stone to get what you want."


    Although Ste and Joshua had


    been through a harrowingbet


    King Wright wasn''t personally overseeing the pursuit, so they managed to escape the pce.


    Harold was waiting anxiously outside. When he saw Joshua and Ste, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.


    He hurried over and said in a low voice, "Mr. Gardner, the helicopter is ready. We can leave immediately."


    Prince Wright''s surgery wouldn''t be over anytime soon.


    This was their best chance to escape.


    "Joshua''s arm is injured," Ste reminded him.


    Harold smiled. "Don''t worry, Ms. Cameron. There''s a doctor on the helicopter who


    can provide initial treatment for Mr. Gardner.


    We can handle the rest once we''re on the private jet."


    Ste knew they didn''t have time to waste, so she nodded slightly.