Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 438 - 240 It has always been in your hands (10,000+)

After Oliver Baird ordered to block them, he quickly drove the car to chase after them, leaving Chloe Baird here to watch King, worried that there might be some remnants appearing.

"Like watching me?" Chloe Baird jumped onto the blood-stained ring, biting her lip, drawing out a hairpin and aiming to stab it into King’s dark green eyes, but was stopped by Rogers.

"Can you leave him to me?" Rogers said softly. He was a doctor, and the scent of blood wasn’t strange to him anymore, but now he felt quite nauseous.

"In the future, whatever I request, no matter the time or thing, you will agree..." Chloe Baird stood up, her delicate face with a look of indifference.

"Deal..." Rogers nodded, agreeing solemnly.

To her, plucking out those eyes wasn’t of much use, but exchanging for a future request she could make at any time was a bargain she gained.

This was also what Oliver Baird taught her; something useless to you might be the most important thing to others, so use it wisely.

The departing vehicles left like a movie scene, one after another, chasing down several different streets, racing all the way.

The night grew increasingly thick, covering the blood-red on the ground yet unable to mask the overflowing killing intent...

"Get in..." Oliver Baird’s car arrived beside Atlas Hallow, reaching out a hand to open the car door.

Atlas Hallow swung his long leg over, jumped into the car, sitting in the passenger seat, panting heavily.

Just moments ago, he’d run so desperately that he wasn’t even sure how fast, only feeling as if his heart was nearing its limit.

"If you joined a sports event, you’d bring glory to the country too. You run fast, but speed isn’t what matters," Oliver Baird said plainly, "Mia isn’t in good health. I’m sure Charlotte Miller has already told you. We can’t chase too hard on this road, nor can we shoot, nothing can be done..."

Too much action would force those people into a desperate corner, especially since Mia was in the car now.

But even if they didn’t chase, the speed of that car was speeding like flying.

"But we don’t have time. She is my daughter, Atlas’s daughter, and she definitely can." Back when she was still in Charlotte Miller’s womb, she already faced so many things, in the warehouse with his mad bestial behavior, and after Charlotte escaped being knocked out and brought to Hailey Hill’s body, the past spurred his heart to accelerate and couldn’t calm down.

"Even if we don’t make a move, those people are desperate criminals. Do you think Mia is really safe in their hands?" Atlas Hallow’s blood-red eyes fixed on the car ahead, then calmly lifted his habitual handgun.

Aligned by sight, aiming...

This entire area was already within their controlled territory, escaping under such circumstances was almost impossible, so whether or not they chased, that car moved as if risking its life, at such speed Mia surely couldn’t stand it.

The opportunity came. Half of Atlas Hallow’s body leaned out as he saw a garbage disposal site a hundred meters ahead, filled with bags of garbage exuding peculiar odors.

Atlas counted down, Oliver Baird gauged the distance between their car and the pile, coordinating the car’s angle.

In such a night, it was no longer calm, but the "bang!" of the gunshot still made hearts tremble.

The bullet hit the front tire with a tricky angle, causing it to burst instantly, the sharp braking unable to control it, the entire car crashed into the mountain-like pile of garbage bags.

Every moment seemed to need to be snatched from God’s hands. When Oliver Baird’s car hadn’t even come to a full stop, Atlas Hallow rushed out, nearly stumbling from his momentum, but he still made it to the car, half sticking out of the garbage bags, wrenching open the rear door.

"Atlas Hallow?" Luna Miller looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her, as if startled, wondering if she was dreaming.

Had he really descended from the heavens like this?

In his entire life, Atlas Hallow never felt a moment like now, indescribable in words...

There were two moments in his life that were important to him.