Chapter 1733


    "What is she making a fuss about," Horace didn’t pay any attention to the scream. But when he saw


    Steward leading a group upstairs, he felt a bit worried, "Boss Be, why are they here? It looks like


    they''re on the warpath."


    Steward and his crew stormed up. When Steward saw Arabe and her entourage still alive, both


    standing on the edge of the 18th floor, he was wild with joy.


    Their Ms. Collins was still alive! She was alive and kicking!


    At the same time. Sean had been scouring the ground floor but found no trace of his little sister''s body.


    Suddenly, two figures plummeted from above—one was a nobody, the other, to his surprise, was


    Martha.


    Why on earth was Martha here?


    He barely had time to ponder when a cellphone came hurtling down from the above. If he didn’t dodge


    in time, he would receive a nasty blow to the head.


    Who''s the jackass throwing stuff from up high?


    Looking for trouble?


    Despite the broken limbs of Martha, one could at least tell that it was a person who had fallen from


    above.


    But his little sister was nowhere to be seen.


    Just then, his phone began to ring—a call from Steward.


    "Sean, get up here! She''s alive."


    Upon hearing this, Sean bolted upstairs.


    Horace, uncertain about the intentions of the neers—whether they were friends or foes, only saw


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    Steward showing a gleam of predatory pleasure seeing Boss Be.


    Were they here to take him and his Boss?


    "Even if we lowballed them for their ind, they wouldn''t chase us to the ends of the earth, would


    they?"


    Horace sliced open the belly of one of Martha''s goons and sent another assant flying with a swift


    kick.


    He turned to Arabe, "Boss, have you noticed? The folks Sean''s after and the ones we were seeking


    for seem to be the same. First Sam, now Viper. Could it be that they followed the Viper''s trail from the


    club to here?"


    Horace floored two more attackers and cast a worried nce at Arabe. "The Viper''s been offed by


    Martha''s people. If Sean didn’t find him, he won''t pin the me on us, will he? Remember the


    underground fight club? We cost them Sam, and their man said that they would skin us alive. Should


    we make a run for it now?"


    Before he finished talking, one of Martha''s henchmen pressed a switch.


    In an instant, the who building rang with relentless beeping.


    Horace had sharp eyes. He immediately spotted that timed bombs were ced throughout the floor at


    some point.


    Now there started a one-minute countdown.


    Arabe saw it too. "Retreat!"


    Because the iplete building had no elevators, descending from the 18th floor would take


    considerable time.


    At that time, Sean finally reached the 18th floor. Seeing his sister unscathed, his heart lightened with


    relief, yet his voice was still restrained, "You''re alive?"


    Arabe was perplexed. How eagerly was this person waiting for her to die?


    Horace also heard Sean’s words. This man was sure enough gunning for them, wishing for their death.


    "Sean, they''ve triggered a bomb. There’s only less than fifty seconds left, we need to move."


    If Martha''s bombs went off, it would surely set off Steward''s explosives rigged throughout the building.


    The ensuing devastation was conceivable.


    Sean quickly grabbed Arabe''s hand. "Come with me."


    "What are you doing? Get your hands off Be!" Horace''s kicked at him.


    Arabe took the chance to fight back, and Sean stepped backward. "I won''t hurt you."


    "There''s no time left! MOVE!" Steward hadn''t finished off the remaining goons and yelled, "Get out—


    NOW!"


    Time was ticking away.


    In that critical moment, Sean saw several bullets streaking towards Arabe''s back from different


    directions.