I Transmigrated and Got a Husband and a Son

Chapter 611 - 615

CHAPTER 611: That's our partnership!

"DOMINIC ZHU! You're going to die tonight, I swear! HAHAHA!"

Silas's voice echoed along with the continuous rounds of bullets lighting up the event hall. His wicked laughter harmonized with the loud grunts and thud along with the other noises. Smokes from the guns polluted the air, mixing along with the scent of blood and death.

"You know you don't have to protect me." Wolf turned his head to the man standing beside him, hiding behind the pillar with him. "I'm almost at the point of feeling insulted, Mr. Zhu."

Dominic huffed as he cast the old foreigner a quick look. "I still need to make sure you're okay, chief. I apologize if my gestures came across the wrong way."

"Hah." Wolf let out a shallow breath, gazing to the side where he caught a dead person lying lifelessly on the floor. "You should make sure your grandma is fine. I don't need another hero tonight, Mr. Zhu."

"My grandma will be fine."

"Are you sure?" Wolf peeked over the pillar they were hiding before he immediately hid as a lost bullet hit the pillar hiding them. However, that second he peeked at the event hall was enough for him to catch a glimpse of Butler Fu and Bear.

"From how I see it, Alexander just got away with her. That Butler and Bernard aren't coming after them," he remarked, setting his eyes back to Dominic. "I don't think she will be fine."

The corner of Dominic's mouth curled up a bit, nodding at the old foreigner reassuringly. "You, of all people, should know Mr. Cruel can catch up."

The two of them looked at each other in silence. Although they could barely see each other with the flashing lights that allowed them to use their sense of sight, their eyes somehow adjusted to the darkness.

"Stop calling him Mister Cruel, Mr. Zhu." Wolf let out another huff before taking another deep breath, peeking over the pillar to see the situation. "He doesn't deserve to be called by that name. Shame on him."

The second those words rolled out of his tongue, Wolf jumped out of the pillar. He rolled to the ground until he reached the lifeless body nearby. Without wasting a breath, he picked up the rifle that was still clinging across the dead person's body. On his knees, he lifted the weapon up and then started shooting their enemies.

"Oh, Dominic~! HAHAHA!"

Dominic snapped his eyes away from the old foreigner, who was swift enough to step onto the battlefield without a second hesitation. He peeked from the pillar, hearing Silas's wicked laughter somewhere.

"Where are you? Haha!!"

Dominic searched the area, hiding from time to time as some bullets would land on the pillar he was hiding in. However, that wasn't enough to stop him from cocking the pistol in his hand. He peeked once more, and this time, he easily caught Silas in the middle of the stage, shooting fire at everyone.

"He really lost it this time," he breathed out, seeing Silas stop and jog to the short stairs of the stage. Silas was dragging a body close to him, making sure he was protected. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

According to his wife, Hera, there were wicked and selfish people out there who would even sacrifice their own people for their own good. Silas fell into that category. After all, the man he was dragging with him was one of the masked men.

How did Dominic know?

He could see the mask's strings tied around the dead body's neck, making the mask dangle around his upper chest. Dominic's eyes flickered menacingly, feeling no sense of pity for the dead man or for Silas. All he could feel was nothing but dismay.