Chapter 358 It''s all over
Chad recklessly lunged up and held the potion securely in his arms, rolling his back, hitting the hard
seat armrest and falling to the floor.
The wound on his body instantly copsed with blood, staining his shirt red. The severe pain in his
back made his head giddy and his face pale, and he choked violently on the blood to the ground.
But the super virus serum was still firmly protected in his arms. It did not broken at all.
As Chad lunged, the two troops Malcolm brought over keenly aware of Princess Cayley''s guards who
were trying to shoot at Chad.
Before the guards were ready to shoot Chad, Malcolm''s men took the lead and killed them.
The situation was instantly reversed, with Princess Cayley and Anthony isted and vulnerable.
Anthony couldn''t care less. He looked angrily at Chad who was at his heels. His anger drove him to go
over and kick Chad hard in the stomach.
Chad convulsed, curled up into a ball, choked on another mouthful of blood, and passed out.
Before Anthony could kick a second time, he was brought under the control of the European Swye
army brought by Malcolm.
Crana''s soldiers all rushed up towards Chad and swarmed to check Chad''s condition.
Despite being in aa, Chad still clutched the potion tightly and won''t let go.
It was as if this was the mission engraved into his bones on this trip.
The troops brought over from Crana were all Chad''s subordinates. They were all angry at the moment
and screamed to fight Anthony.
Malcolm calmly had Chad carried out. There was a small emergency room in the private ne.
Once Chad left with the super virus serum, Anthony lost hisst chip.
He barked andughed wildly, letting his hands be confined. And the whole church was filled with his
eerieughter.
Neither army dared to touch Princess Cayley, who was not restrained from her freedom.
She stepped forward and desperately tried to snatch Anthony back from Malcolm''s men.
After grabbing to no avail, she pulled out a small dagger she carried and pressed it at her neck, ring
at Malcolm and Lyra.
"The crime of hurting the royal princess is a big one. If you touch my Anthony, I will make sure none of
you will leave the borders of European Swye!"
Malcolm didn''t say anything.
The situation on both sides, because of Princess Cayley''s threat of self-harm, was once again at an
impasse.
The atmosphere in the church was suddenly quiet for a moment.
That was , until Harrod arrived with his men and stopped Princess Cayley in her tracks.
"Cayley, put down the dagger! Malcolm White is here with an international arrest warrant. It has been
approved by the King. You can''t stop him from taking Charles Lance away!"
"What!?"
Princess Cayley''s eyes were teary with disbelief, "How can this be! They can''t take my Anthony away!
Absolutely not!"
Harrod walked right up to her and took the dagger out of her hand.
Princess Cayley clutched the hem of his suit and lowered her lofty head and begged him for the first
time, "Harrod, help me! My Anthony! Once they take Anthony away, they will try to torture Anthony in
any way they can!
Harrod sighed, ignored her cries, and chopped her hard in the back of her head while she was not
noticing.
Princess Cayley fainted on the spot.
Harrod picked her up and walked out of the church without looking back, not even giving a nce to
Anthony who was next to him, as if Anthony''s life and death were never his concern.
Once Princess Cayley was gone, thest piece of protection around Anthony was gone as well.
Malcolm''s eyes were cold and stern. Thinking of Anthony who just kicked Chad, he was tyrannical,
"What else do you have to say at this point?"
Anthony''s blue eyes lost their sparkle as heughed up at the sky, "Everyone is helping you. I have
nothing to say!"
Malcolm ordered the troops in a cold voice, "Get him handcuffs and leg cuffs. Bring him back to Crana
immediately."
"Wait a minute."
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Lyra, who had been silent and did not make a sound, suddenly stopped him.
Malcolm took off his ck coat and wrapped her petite shoulders, asking gently, "Rara, what''s wrong?"
Lyra nced at Anthony who was on the stage not far away, "Malcolm, what are you going to do with
him when you take him back?"
This was a question that Malcolm hardly needed to think about.
"Send him to a hidden confinement chamber to be imprisoned. Torture him day and night, and hang
him so that he''ll live the rest of his life in hell."
When he said this, there was no internal ups and downs in his heart. And his eyes were ruthless and
stern to the extreme.
Anthonyughed even louder, "Lyra, I told you, Malcolm hates me no less than I hate him. There can
never be a reconciliation between him and me."
Malcolm did not refute in this was indeed the case.
Amid Anthony''s rampant and harshughter, Lyra spoke up.
"Malcolm, I think this method of confining him is not very wise. Keeping him alive is always a hidden
danger and prone to change."
Malcolm''s brows furrowed slightly, caving in to her expression, "What do you mean?"
Lyra smiled. Her small hands circled his strong waist and took out her gun from his back, "I want to
take care of him myself!"
"Rara ..."
Malcolm shouted, and after seeing her gaze, hepromised, "Okay, whatever you want to do, go for
it."
Lyra''s pistol was loaded and the muzzle was raised to aim Anthony who was far away from them.
Malcolm''s men immediately loosened their restraints on Anthony.
Anthony stood straight. Her blue eyes only saw Lyra, without any ripples.
He pointed to his heart with his finger, "Lyra, shoot here."
Again, he pointed to the center of his eyebrows, "Or here."
"Come on, let me see your marksmanship onest time."
Lyra''s heart moved slightly, suppressing the inexplicable feeling. She mocked him, "Anthony, ten years
ago, I was taught by you how to use guns. You certainly did not expect that the disciple you taught
would kill you with a gun herself ten yearster."
Anthony looked at her dotingly, smiling, "It''s an honor to die in your hands. Even if I have to do it all
over again, I still don''t regret falling in love with you for these ten years. Come on."
He didn''t move a bit but waited quietly.
Lyra held up her gun. Her fingertips were trembling slightly, and her eyes were slightly red as she
stared at him.
Anthony had wronged everyone and hurt everyone, but not her.
But he was of the most heinous guilt. If he returned to Crana, what awaited him would be endless
torture, a life in purgatory where he could not live or die.
Malcolm had suffered too much because of him, and hade back from the jaws of death several
times, and she was in no position to ask Malcolm to let him go off.
She would give him a quick death, as a reward for the love he just took the bullet for her.
Thinking about this, she resolutely pulled the trigger.
Boom--
A gunshot sounded like a thunderp.
While firing the gun, Lyra figured out something from Anthony''s relieved gaze.
Why did he hide the super virus serum in the church and why did he take it out ...
If he didn''t take it out, they may not even find where the serum was in a short time, and he could still
drag Malcolm to death.
He was doing it on purpose. He was fulfilling her wish!
But he knew that even if he voluntarily handed over the serum, Malcolm would not be able to let him go
off, so he deliberately provoked Malcolm and just wanted a quick death.
By the time Lyra figured it out, it was toote.
The bullet pierced Anthony''s heart with precision, and blood gushed out, adding the bright red to his
snow-white groom''s suit.
"Lyra ..."
Anthony called out to her with the strenuous voice.
Before he copsed, he saw tears shining in Lyra''s eyes, which were as brilliant as the stars and the
moon.
She was, after all, sad for him once.
It was enough.