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

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!"

who had complained previously hissed and

fucking

PHEW!

went limp and fell off their fast-moving vehicle. Everyone

they yelled, opening fire

fire, taking down as many enemies as they could. But, like the others, they kept missing as

Hugo looked up while Mark covered him,

follow you!" Hugo shouted, glancing back at his brother

rearview mirror was already broken, nodded. Hugo didn’t see that, but the determination in his eyes shone brightly. Mark, on the

his attention on the truck behind them, trusting Mark to cover for him as he gazed up. Since they were taking the woods, there were countless trees and branches. Hugo pulled out a pistol, strapping

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

Atlas paused, and Zoren’s mouth slightly parted, watching Hugo dangle as the pistol wrapped

his shoulder stretching uncomfortably, but that didn’t stop him. He raised his foot, preventing himself from hitting the tree. He

BANG BANG!

it. He barely held onto the truck’s rim, his feet on its side.

way into the vehicle, the front trucks watched as

Atlas: "..."

Zoren: "..."

Mark: "..."

like Tarzan and forcing his

at the same time: "Do you know he can

looked at each other in slight surprise. Mark, however, kept his eyes on the

behind them, his brows furrowed. ’That’s

make it to the top of the enemy’s list just by

think he’s even injured...’ Mark kept his mouth pressed into a thin line, watching the vehicle regain control and finally move