Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1173

King's clothes were drenched by the relentless rain, the bloodstains washed away. He coldly let Kenzo go, not wasting another second on him, and rushed over to Brielle, who lay unconscious. He cradled her close. Brielle's head was bleeding, and even as the rain washed it away, fresh crimson seeped through. King wanted to press down on the wound but couldn't figure out where it was exactly. His fingertips trembled uncontrollably. "Brielle?" he called out, but there was no response. King's eyes instantly reddened, holding her tightly against him.

From above, a ladder descended from the helicopter, and Dustin shouted, "Come on, hurry up!"

The ground beneath them was slipping away, soon to be engulfed by mud if they didn't get out of there immediately. King grabbed the ladder but realized in his panic that he lacked the strength to hold onto Brielle. He held her close, bit down hard on his tongue to regain some strength, and climbed the ladder with her in his arms.

Below, the conflict raged on, not just among their group and the organization but now with forces from neighboring countries involved, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

Once inside the helicopter, King, eyes rimmed red, looked at Dustin. "Is she... is she dead? Can you feel her breath?"

Dustin's fingertips trembled too, the fear evident even among the two grown men. As Dustin felt the faintest breath from Brielle, his eyes welled up. "She's alive. Let's get out of here. The fight's escalated with other countries joining in; indiscriminate attacks make it too dangerous.'

But then, the helicopter jolted. The battle below was fierce, compounded by the rain reducing visibility and gunfire erupting from

to erupt

area into

on earth. Helicopters in the sky engaged in dogfights, Dustin grabbing a gun and firing at the assailants in other helicopters. But their helicopter had been hit, the glass shattering, the

anything else. If they were to die here, they'd die

If the tree turned over without anything to support them, they would be dragged down

pushed Brielle

braced himself against the falling tree, his chest aching. Memories of using his arm to block a falling beam suddenly flashed through his mind, his body stiffening. The situation

Memories concerning Max flooded

in.

filled with painful, confusing memories, feeling almost at the brink of explosion, but instinctively, she

her head throbbing