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

Chapter 1824: Slater’s dilemma

BANG!

For a second, time stopped until another round was heard in the small room. Those guarding the path started shooting the men in uniform. And by men in uniform just like them, that included Slater.

"Shit!" Slater, quick to react, slid away the second the first shot was heard. In the next second, more gunshots rang out, so he took shelter behind a counter.

He flinched as some bullets managed to hit his cover. He didn’t fire back.

’Damn!’ he hissed, waiting until the gunshots finished. But they didn’t. In under a minute, all the bullets were coming directly at him. Fortunately, this counter was thick enough to protect him; otherwise, his body would’ve been riddled.

’What are they—why are they only firing here?!’ he panicked, sensing there was only one left. Him.

Since the men guarding the path had shot Nathalie’s men, Slater was quick to assume these guys were probably on their side. Just like him, they were blending in. However, with the ongoing battle somewhere in the mansion, he assumed they were also making their move.

The only question was, whose group were they from?

Mint’s? Hugo’s? Zoren’s? Penny’s?

As the men kept shooting in his direction, taking him as the last remaining soldier of Nathalie, Slater panicked. He could hear footsteps despite the deafening gunshots.

"It’s me!" he shouted. "Stop shooting, it’s me!"

But his voice barely reached them. Clenching his teeth, he grabbed his rifle and pointed it at the ceiling.

"It’s... ME!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

the ceiling, enough to signal to the others he had no intention of fighting back. Sure enough, the soldiers firing at him stopped. However, they didn’t lower

a bit, Slater’s

you trying

brows, looking at each other. One of their own? Their group wasn’t that big, nor was it small, but

soldier shouted. "And drop your gun! Throw

until it was within the soldier’s line of sight. Following that was a handgun,

NOT SHOOT!" he

even before they saw Slater, one of the hostages spoke. Despite her pitiful

hurt him," she coughed. "He’s

soldier gazed at the beaten little girl, who was on the stretcher with a few like her. His brows rose, shifting his eyes to where Slater was. This

Slater breathed

the doubt in their eyes, Slater carefully brushed

yelled, pointing at his

until the one

brows, eyes on a middle-aged man pulling down the bandana that was covering half of his

"I know him. Don’t shoot him. He’s Charles

of the

Slater was confused.

your father’s friend," he said. "Just call

wasn’t sure who this Angelo guy was, but what he was sure of

groups he could bump into, it seemed he had bumped into the only group he had been avoiding from the start, and preferably till

escaped Slater. "You guys... are with

the now broken counter, he studied Slater’s face. His face brightened as he laughed. "It really is you—HAHA! My daughter

are prisoners. Can you take them to safety?

he waved and quickly strode off to pick up his weapons. "Since the misunderstanding is cleared up, I’m going back