Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 1233 Put Down Your Gun



My heart leaped, and I wanted to leave the car. When I was about to reach for the car door, Anya grabbed me and said, "Madam, don't!"

I forcefully shook off Anya's hand. "Let go of me, I want to get out, they..."

"Madam, Mr. Atlas said, don't get out of the car!" With a loud voice, Anya gripped me tightly and wouldn't let go.

Atlas seemed to sense my intention outside the car. He stepped back to block the car door on my side, with the black gun still pressed against his head.

At that moment, I heard Atlas say in Cirencester's language, "Put down your gun!"

"They are not Cirencester nationals! Haha.."

The person holding the gun against Atlas's head said, "He's still acting tough!"

"If you don't put it down, you won't have a chance!" Atlas said grimly. As soon as he finished speaking, I couldn't see how he moved, but the gun was suddenly in his hand.

The next moment, I heard two shots, and the person fell.

Anya and I screamed in shock. The suddenness of the two shots stunned the people intercepting the car. By the time they realized what had happened, it was too late!

Our people had already aimed all their guns at them.

I was still scared stiff by the situation before me. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if Atlas hadn't taken the gun from that person just

now...

I didn't dare to think about it anymore.

I heard a faint curse the next second. I looked out the window and saw that Atlas hadn't taken that person's life. He was still rolling on the ground. It seemed that it was his legs that had been shot.

I thanked the heavens.

I dropped the car window slightly and heard Cane ask in a low voice, "Who do you work for?"

He was simultaneously holding a gun against the skull of a small leader.

The diminutive leader glanced at Atlas with cunning eyes, who was standing coldly by the side. "W-Who are you?"

"That's none of your business!" Cane frowned. "Tell me, who do you work for?" "Volunteers!" The diminutive leader was still stubborn and gazed fixedly at Atlas. "Volunteers?" Cane's gun suddenly hit his head. "Dare to lie? Not talking, huh?"

"Speak up!" Cane lost his patience and forcefully poked his head with the gun again.

With a pale face and a fearful expression, the man eventually stammered, "... H-Huffman family!"

"Hmph!" Atlas snorted coldly. "Just leave!"

The injured man on the ground shouted angrily at the fellow who had just said, "Huffman family,"

I breathed a sigh of relief. With a cold scoff, I reached out and pressed the button to lower the window.

I shouted, "Huffman family? You have the nerve to utter these words! You blind fools, you dare engage in robbery and utter that name!"

"W-Who are you?" the man on the ground asked.

I removed the jade pendant that was

hanging around my neck. I picked it up and reached out the car window to show it under the intense

elight.

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The jade pendant glittered, and the small man stared at it in horror. He then looked at the car window and said, "...Miss!"

"You'd better scram," I said in a low voice.

With haste, the members of the

Huffman family picked up the wounded guy and carried him on their backs before vanishing into the darkness. Their speed was

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Atlas opened the car door and got back into the car. After waving at everyone, Cane's group returned to the car and drove away.

I was wide awake. I quickly asked Atlas, "Are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm not okay?" Atlas gave me a smug smile as he turned to face me. "You underestimate your husband too much!"

Indeed, I had underestimated him.

He was not ordinary, based on his swift action in disarming the person just now. He had a deep skill set and had probably undergone special training. Content belongs to

Understandably, given what he had previously stated about his "wilderness survival," it appeared he was not boasting.

Coming out with Atlas this time truly opened my eyes to the extent of what I was missing out on in his knowledge.

I glanced out the window at the pitch-black night and asked, "Are we almost there?"

"Soon!"