Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1792

Chapter 1792: Hurt later

Meanwhile...

BANG!

Everyone in Zoren’s truck ducked as the first round of fire hit the side of their vehicle.

Hugo looked back, spotting a few vehicles in the distance. He clenched his teeth.

"Damn," he hissed, looking at the people in the front. His eyes immediately landed on Zoren and Atlas. Gulping, he exhaled. "Lower your head, and Mark, cover for me."

"Hugo—"

Hugo reached out to Atlas’s shoulder, moving his face closer. "I’ll follow!" he yelled in Atlas’s ear, squeezing his first brother’s shoulder before pulling back. He nodded at Atlas, patted his back, and shot Mark a look.

Mark was already climbing onto the back while Angel did his best to keep the truck’s speed steady. Despite Angel’s efforts, the road was rocky. Thanks to Mark’s experience, he managed to reach the back.

"Hold here, sir," Mark instructed, keeping Zoren and Atlas in the corner while he stood in the middle with Hugo. When he faced Hugo, they exchanged nods.

As they made their way to the back, another round of fire hit the rear headlights.

Without fear, Hugo turned to the cars on the left and right, signaling them with a finger. After their company honked in response, Hugo stood at the back of the truck, making himself a target.

The enemies opened fire, but with the combination of the rocky road and their speed, they kept missing him.

"Shoot the damn bastard!" someone from the truck following Zoren’s team shouted. "He’s not even moving!"

"Shoot him! Keep shooting!"

missing. The man who had complained previously hissed and

fucking

PHEW!

fell off their fast-moving vehicle. Everyone paused, watching their comrade fall, only to be run over by

they yelled, opening fire

driving ahead—returned fire, taking down as many enemies as

while Mark covered

back at his brother and brother-in-law.

see that, but the determination in his eyes shone brightly. Mark, on the other hand, seamlessly knelt near Hugo,

gazed up. Since they were taking the woods, there were countless trees and branches. Hugo pulled out a pistol, strapping it to a makeshift strap, and

ended up wrapped around the branch. It quickly tugged on his hand, and Hugo gripped it before jumping off the

Zoren’s mouth slightly parted, watching Hugo

foot, preventing himself from hitting the tree. He

BANG BANG!

on it. He barely held onto the truck’s rim, his feet on its side. His other hand quickly pulled

into the vehicle, the front trucks watched as the

Atlas: "..."

Zoren: "..."

Mark: "..."

and forcing his way into the vehicle,

at the same time: "Do you

they looked at each other in slight surprise. Mark, however, kept his eyes on the vehicle. He raised his hand, signaling the men driving from the left and right to

them, his

enemy’s list just by chance. After

his mouth pressed into a thin line, watching the vehicle regain control and finally move into a straight

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