Chapter 3.2
Chapter 3.2
Ian checked the doors in a panic. Thankfully, they were still locked.
“So you’re not coming out, huh?”
A man bared his yellowed teeth and raised his gun.
Glass that was not reinforced shattered easily under gunfire.
“Ugh… aaah!”
A few shots were enough to destroy the windshield. A rough hand reached through the opening and yanked her hair.
I’m scared.
Raw fear wrapped around her entire body. Even so, Ian glared at the man.
There was a saying that even a worm would writhe when stepped on. If she was going to die anyway, she wanted to struggle, even a little.
That struggle amounted to nothing more than a glare. Yet that pitiful resistance led her to a scene she could not comprehend. Her eyes widened.
A pair of feet dropped down from the ceiling.
It was exactly that.
“Huh… huh?!”
A long leg landed on the shoulder of the man aiming his gun, like mounting him, and twisted his neck in one smooth motion.
It happened in an instant. The man had no time to resist or scream. He let out a short, broken sound and died.
“What the hell is this guy?!”
“Hey, shoot him!”
There was no time to feel shock, fear, or confusion.
Everything happened too fast.
For the first time, Ian realized that even a man with such a large frame could move with terrifying speed.
Barehanded, he smashed one terrorist in the face. He seized the gun and shot both of them dead in seconds.
An unarmed man who had been clinging to the ceiling had taken down three armed terrorists alone.
But killing them did not mean he was an ally. The forces seeking to overthrow her father were divided into many factions.
As the man glanced over the stolen guns and clicked his tongue before tossing them aside like trash, Ian desperately searched the car for anything she could use as a weapon.
He was faster.
“Ah! Aah! Stop!”
“Hey, don’t scream. It hurts my ears.”
Before she could find anything, the man punched through the driver’s side window. She ducked instinctively, screaming as shards flew, but he remained calm.
He reached through the broken glass and unlocked the door.
This was the end.
If he belonged to another terrorist group and meant to harm her—
“Hh… hh…”
Trembling and sobbing, Ian slowly lifted her gaze to face what she thought was her fate.
“Nice to meet you.”
The man brushed back his long bangs. Mimicking a polite gentleman, he placed one hand near his navel and the other at his lower back, then bowed slightly. It was an absurdly refined gesture for someone who had just committed such brutal violence.
He then extended a hand toward Ian, who was still shaking.
“From today on, I’ll be the one protecting you…”
He hesitated, lifting one eyebrow and rolling his eyes as if unsure how to introduce himself. Then he let out a quiet snort of laughter.
“I’m just a stray mutt from the streets.”
For some reason, the words sounded like an insult aimed at her.
As if the one meant to protect her should not be devoted soldiers with a sense of duty, but a stray dog crawling through the streets.
She could not disagree.
With trembling hands, Ian finally reached out and took the hand the stray dog kept offering her.
When she pressed the door lock button on the key, a soft beep sounded and the headlights flashed.
Ian hurried into the driver’s seat. She did not even think to fasten her seat belt.
The moment the engine started, she slammed her foot down on the accelerator. A bullet shattered through the driver’s side window and sliced past her vision. She jerked the steering wheel without thinking.
“Ah!”
Despite the many sacrifices that had bought her this chance, she did not even reach the parking exit. The hood slammed into a pillar.
Two soldiers had given their lives to hold back five or six terrorists and buy her time. But two people could not kill a fully armed group.
“There she is! Found her!”
“Hah. Our precious princess runs pretty fast, doesn’t she?”
Three men surrounded the car in seconds.
Ian checked the doors in a panic. Thankfully, they were still locked.
“So you’re not coming out, huh?”
A man bared his yellowed teeth and raised his gun.
Glass that was not reinforced shattered easily under gunfire.
“Ugh… aaah!”
A few shots were enough to destroy the windshield. A rough hand reached through the opening and yanked her hair.
I’m scared.
Raw fear wrapped around her entire body. Even so, Ian glared at the man.
There was a saying that even a worm would writhe when stepped on. If she was going to die anyway, she wanted to struggle, even a little.
That struggle amounted to nothing more than a glare. Yet that pitiful resistance led her to a scene she could not comprehend. Her eyes widened.
A pair of feet dropped down from the ceiling.
It was exactly that.
“Huh… huh?!”
A long leg landed on the shoulder of the man aiming his gun, like mounting him, and twisted his neck in one smooth motion.
It happened in an instant. The man had no time to resist or scream. He let out a short, broken sound and died.
“What the hell is this guy?!”
“Hey, shoot him!”
There was no time to feel shock, fear, or confusion.
Everything happened too fast.
For the first time, Ian realized that even a man with such a large frame could move with terrifying speed.
Barehanded, he smashed one terrorist in the face. He seized the gun and shot both of them dead in seconds.
An unarmed man who had been clinging to the ceiling had taken down three armed terrorists alone.
But killing them did not mean he was an ally. The forces seeking to overthrow her father were divided into many factions.
As the man glanced over the stolen guns and clicked his tongue before tossing them aside like trash, Ian desperately searched the car for anything she could use as a weapon.
He was faster.
“Ah! Aah! Stop!”
“Hey, don’t scream. It hurts my ears.”
Before she could find anything, the man punched through the driver’s side window. She ducked instinctively, screaming as shards flew, but he remained calm.
He reached through the broken glass and unlocked the door.
This was the end.
If he belonged to another terrorist group and meant to harm her—
“Hh… hh…”
Trembling and sobbing, Ian slowly lifted her gaze to face what she thought was her fate.
“Nice to meet you.”
The man brushed back his long bangs. Mimicking a polite gentleman, he placed one hand near his navel and the other at his lower back, then bowed slightly. It was an absurdly refined gesture for someone who had just committed such brutal violence.
He then extended a hand toward Ian, who was still shaking.
“From today on, I’ll be the one protecting you…”
He hesitated, lifting one eyebrow and rolling his eyes as if unsure how to introduce himself. Then he let out a quiet snort of laughter.
“I’m just a stray mutt from the streets.”
For some reason, the words sounded like an insult aimed at her.
As if the one meant to protect her should not be devoted soldiers with a sense of duty, but a stray dog crawling through the streets.
She could not disagree.
With trembling hands, Ian finally reached out and took the hand the stray dog kept offering her.