The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 812 Not Here To Kill Me? Then Who?

The stern and threatening tone felt frosty and ruthless. It immediately sent chills down their spines. Mr.

Ward and Brent exchanged looks and then grinned.

“Daisy, you will be responsible for Master and the safety of the others within the bus. Brent and I will

exit the vehicle.” Mr. Ward instructed.

Daisy’s face was pale and looked worried. Before she could speak, Jack quickly said, “I’ll get down as

well.”

Everyone looked at Jack.

“Master, you must not reveal the truth about your legs.” Mr. Ward said solemnly and his tone indicated

that he would not accept any refusals.

Jack shook his head as he asked, “How far are we to our critical point?”

Mr. Ward pondered, gritted his teeth, and said, “Even then, only Brent and I can get out of the bus to

fight. Daisy is hurt and only you can protect the people on the bus. Remember that your legs are your

remaining trump card!”

After he finished saying, Mr. Ward did not allow Jack to pester. Mr. Ward patted Brent’s shoulder and

both of them exited the bus simultaneously.

Once out of the bus, Brent rushed to the other side of the bus and protected that side of the bus. Very

soon, dozens of killers approached from the sides just as the men from the local Hughes office and the

Grand Freemasons. However, they were slower than the killers and were still a distance away. The

dozens of killers closed in towards the bus.

Mr. Ward grinned in anticipation as he saw the killers approaching with their long swords. He seemed

to have transformed into a different person and started to thirst for blood.

Jack noticed this change and remarked, “Perhaps this was how he became an elder of the Grand

Freemasons. Even Carlos would be startled with Mr. Ward’s ferocity.”

“Die!” The battle erupted. Both Mr. Ward and Brent did not wait for the killers but instead, they charged

towards the killers. Their objective was to protect the bus until it reached the runway and the best way

to do it was to keep the killers as far away from the bus as possible!

They were like wolves that lunged into a pack of sheep. They rushed barehanded towards the killers

and each snatched a sword from a killer that they killed. Then with the sword in hand, they continued to

rush towards the killers.

The battle raged. Blood splattered everywhere with cries of agony. The sword continued to slash in all

directions mercilessly. Both Mr. Ward and Brent began to cut down the killers one by one.

In the bus, Steve and Rosie gripped each other’s hands tightly. They looked on in disbelief at the blood

and gore outside the bus. Then they shifted their gaze upon Jack and Amber. They were initially fearful

but now they looked resolute.

Daisy’s pale face looked towards the side where Brent was and was clearly worried. The bus continued

to move slowly and silently forward.

The cries and commotions of the fight were comparable on either side.

“Hubby, the mysterious man… wouldn’t be coming, would he?” Amber asked from within Jack’s

embrace. Jack looked down at the terrified Amber who stared at him with her eyes wide open.

“Most probably not.” Jack nodded. Although what he said would cause Amber to become very worried,

the facts were obvious and it may have adverse effects if he were to lie.

The four killers on the road were highly skilled. Even if they were not as skilled as Iga, it was good

enough that the mysterious man kept them busy so that they would not get to the airport.

But then, Jack raised his head and started to frown when he saw the battle scene outside the bus. Mr.

Ward and Brent were cutting down the killers from all sides. They seemed to be possessed and fresh

blood splattered with each slash of their swords.

It was only expected of Brent as he was a mercenary who fought his way out of dangerous situations

countless times. Even Mr. Ward had turned into a killer god who drew blood with each stroke of the

sword. It was unimaginable that a normally docile man like Mr. Ward who loved reading could turn into

such a ferocious and bloodthirsty killer of killers.

Only about ten killers remained from the dozens who came.

If all of them were top killers and they rushed forward together, Mr. Ward and Brent would be like

trapped animals and could not last more than a few seconds. But Mr. Ward and Brent were able to fight

back and even significantly reduced their numbers.

It was obvious that there was a clear difference in the killer’s skills compared with Mr. Ward and

Brent’s.

What made Jack frown was, were these killers the only ones? It seemed too easy. This did not mean

that Jack was being complacent but he found it interesting.

It seemed illogical that even with the four thousand men, it had come down to Mr. Ward and Brent

fighting these dozens of killers.

On their trip to the airport, the only danger that they encountered was those few gunshots.

Just as Jack was pondering, Cheer arrived with the Masters of the other six regions, the men from all

seven regions, and the Hughes local office. Mr. Ward and Brent’s burden was now immensely reduced.

They continued to fight in the sea of men. Just a few seconds ago it was the killers who surrounded Mr.

Ward and Brent but now the tables had turned and the killers were being surrounded by hundreds of

men. Mr. Ward and Brent did not ease off but intensified their attack on the killers along with the men

brought by Cheer. Cheer and the other six region Masters also lunged into the fight. The ordinary men

were unable to fight against the killers but as the Masters of the Grand Freemason regions, they not

only were able to lead but also possessed a certain level of fighting skills. These Masters did not

hesitate and were fearless when they faced these killers. The initially deadly situation was quickly

brought under control. The killers could not achieve their goal of killing Jack nor were they able to

escape.

Jack frowned deeply as he observed the scene outside. He raised his head and looked at the airplane

which was waiting for them at the runway. Once they would only be safe from these attacks once they

board the airplane and took off.

But how could those who want him dead give up on such a good opportunity to kill him? Jack rubbed

his nose and was deep in thoughts.

Amber noticed Jack’s expression and was puzzled as she asked, “Why are you getting more worried?”

“This assassination attempt at the airport is too simple!” Jack smiled and continued, “I’m not trying to

make light of it. It is far easier to kill me here than at the hospital. Somehow it appears that they are

half-hearted on killing me now.”

Amber frowned and then lifted her head to look outside at the completed fight. She also started to

become bewildered. What Jack said seemed to make sense and Daisy, Steve and Rosie also started Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

to ponder.

“If they are not trying to kill me, then who were they trying to kill?” Jack muttered softly.

At this moment, his cell phone rang. Jack looked at the phone and his frown got even deeper. It was an

unknown caller and as soon as he answered, a very familiar voice and a panicked voice yelled, “Board

the plane and depart… don’t… don’t wait for me!”