Chapter: 370

Terrorists, their faces twisted into cruel smiles, stood around, firing their weapons indiscriminately into the panicked crowd. To them, the screams of pain were an intoxicating drug, fueling their excitement and recklessness with each agonized cry.

The fleeing people became moving targets, and with each gunshot, another victim collapsed to the ground.

Furrowing her brows, Norah swiftly scanned the lobby, searching for any sign of Alice amidst the chaos. She scanned the area meticulously but couldn't find Alice.

Norah's striking appearance immediately drew the attention of several terrorists, who seemed excited at the sight of this alluring foreign woman.

“Look, there's a gorgeous lady."

"She's mine. Don't even think about trying to steal her from me!"

"Back off. I spotted her first. She belongs to me."

The terrorists lingered at the café entrance, their discussion centered around who “owned” Norah, their words laced with frivolity and depravity.

Though Norah couldn't make out their exact words, their intentions were unmistakable from their expressions. Being accustomed to such leers and comments from men due to her beauty, Norah remained unfazed by the attention of the thugs.

Assessing the situation and realizing that Alice was not in the café, Norah quickly formulated an evacuation plan in her mind.

Norah believed Alice, being no ordinary person, had moved away, given the circumstances. Since she didn't find Alice in the lobby, Norah decided to retreat to see if she could locate Alice elsewhere.

While the terrorists had not yet approached, Norah swiftly retreated into the stairwell. However, in her haste, she accidentally collided head-on with Sean, who was chasing after her.

Without hesitation, Norah grabbed Sean's wrist and pulled him along with her. "Somebody's trailing us from behind. Let's find a chance to slip away through the underground garage."

“Agreed.”

Equally composed, Sean passed Norah a handgun. “Norah, are you familiar with firearms?"

Feeling the sudden weight and chill of the weapon in her palm, Norah glanced down. The silver handgun gleamed with a delicate yet potent aura.

With a single glance, she recognized it as a Beretta handgun.

Renowned for its accuracy and power, the Beretta was among the finest military firearms. An ordinary individual wouldn't typically possess such a high-quality handgun.

Norah cast a subtle glance at Sean, trailing behind her. It seemed oddly coincidental, as she also carried a similar firearm.

Meeting Norah's gaze, Sean felt a sudden jolt in his heart. “You're unfamiliar with firearms? I have a knife here. Take it."

Rather than reclaiming the handgun, Sean withdrew a dagger from his waist. The sheath was adorned with various colored gemstones, giving it a distinctly valuable appearance.

Before Norah could refuse, Sean pressed the dagger into her other hand.

The two continued forward, and the motion-sensing lights in the underground garage illuminated one by one as they walked.

The footsteps behind them drew nearer. Without hesitation, Sean seized Norah's arm and veered into a nearby corner, seeking refuge behind a sleek black commercial van.