Reborn Through Fire

Why? Feeling Pained Now? In the face of his cold, bloodthirsty glare, Kisa only calmly said, “How are you that foolish? Do you think I’ll tell you where Sara is just because I said so?”

He clearly knew this was a trap, and as a testament to how much he cared for Sara, he still came without any hesitation.

Gilbert’s eyes narrowed as he let out a terrifying presence. “I shouldn’t have allowed you to live.”

Kisa let out a gentle smile. “It’s a little too late to regret that now.” As she said that, she looked at Anthony, who was enjoying the show, “I’ve brought him here. Do as you see fit to him then.”

Davian immediately exploded, “You heartless wench! Mr. Kooper had been covering for you, and you set a trap for him to save yourself?” Davian’s hands and legs were tied. He struggled and rolled to Gilbert’s side as he said, “Mr. Kooper, this woman is in league with Anthony Mullen. Both of them are after your neck. Run, sir! Leave me be, and don’t bother about Sara anymore!”

Anthony snorted. “Since you’re already here, do you actually think you can escape now?” Gilbert’s expression was calm as ever, and he was totally unfazed. “What do you want?” Anthony took a deep puff and then tossed the cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it. “I want you to go down on your knees and beg for mercy.” “No dice.” Gilbert took off his windbreaker, unbuttoned his wrist cuff, and looked at the ring of bodyguards around him, “So, you’re coining over one by one or all together?”

The bodyguards all turned toward Anthony.

He then lifted his chin, motioning for them to all charge in together.

In an instant, all of the bodyguards charged over.

Kisa secretly counted. There were at least thirty bodyguards, and all of them were armed. No matter how capable Gilbert was at fighting, he would not be able to withstand an onslaught of thirty.

She then glanced at Anthony. The man lit up another cigarette as he watched the fight intently. A look of bloodthirsty excitement flashed across his face.

At this moment, Gilbert was on the backfoot under the relentless onslaught, and his face was grimacing hard.

She hesitated for a moment before walking over to Anthony’s side and smiling at him. “Mr. Anthony, don’t let your men beat him to death.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows at her. “Why? Feeling pained now?” “No way!” It was as if Kisa had heard a joke as she hissed. “How am I supposed to toy with him if he’s dead? It’s only fun when you torture the living, no?”

“Hahaha…” Anthony grabbed her and no longer cared about her ugly face as he spat a face full of smoke at her face. “I do quite like your brutal streak there.”

Kisa uncomfortably turned her face away as her eyes fell upon the fighting in the middle. At this moment, Gilbert’s hair was a mess, his body had cuts all over, and there were traces of blood by the corner of his lips. She lowered her gaze a little as her palm started to sweat. ‘If this goes on, will Gilbert actually get beaten to death?’ Thinking of this, she quickly looked around and caught sight of a stick with the thickness of an arm by the corner of the room. While everyone else was not looking, she took the stick and rushed into the crowd, and smashed it against Gilbert’s back. Caught unaware, Gilbert took the blow full on and immediately fell forward onto the ground. Kisa immediately yelled at the bodyguards. “Seize him!” Immediately, several bodyguards rushed forward and secured Gilbert. This scene caught Anthony by surprise. He was dumbstruck for a few good moments before walking over excitedly, “Not bad. It does look like you really hate him.” That blow alone caused Gilbert to spit a mouthful of blood. He then glared icily at Kisa, “If I walk out of this alive, I’ll kill you.”