Anna's eyes widened in alarm as she took in the violent convulsions wracking Miss Chen's body. "What happened to her?" she gasped, as her voice was laced with fear and concern."I don't know, madam," the servant replied, his own voice trembling with uncertainty. "After escorting you both out of the mansion, I walked in and saw her like this."Romeo wasted no time. He hurried to Miss Chen's side, with his medical instincts kicking in as he assessed her condition. With practiced hands, he gently turned her onto her side, ensuring her airway remained clear as she thrashed uncontrollably.But amidst the chaos, Romeo's sharp gaze caught sight of something out of place—a shattered glass bottle lying on the floor at a distance from where Miss Chen lay."Get me that bottle," he instructed the servant, urgency coloring his tone.The servant quickly retrieved the broken bottle and handed it over to Romeo, his own confusion mirrored the urgency in Romeo's actions. The label on the bottle was w
Meanwhile, amidst the disheartening dialogue, there was a glimmer of hope."Come on, let's try this," urged a determined voice, injecting a spark of optimism into the tense atmosphere."You sure it would work?" questioned another, skepticism evident in their tone.Inside the emergency ward, a battle raged on—a battle between life and death, hope and despair. And Romeo, standing on the other side of those closed doors, felt every moment stretch into eternity.With each heartbeat, Romeo's mind raced, his thoughts consumed by the uncertainty of Miss Chen's fate. Every second felt like an eternity, filled with the agonizing anticipation of what news awaited him on the other side of those doors.Tension coiled tightly around him, squeezing at his chest with each passing moment. His breaths came in shallow gasps, his hands trembling with the weight of the unknown.As Romeo stood outside the closed doors, his mind swirled with doubts and questions. Was he truly capable of saving Miss Chen
Confusion clouded Romeo's mind as he frantically searched his pockets, his heart sinking with each passing moment. Panic threatened to overwhelm him as he realized the tense moment he found himself —he was without his Kwa Dukvichz, his trusted tool in moments of medical crisis.His thoughts raced in a whirlwind of uncertainty, torn between the urge to act and the fear of making a mistake. Should he proceed without his specialized equipment, risking Miss Chen's life in the process? Or should he search his thoughts, hoping that another solution would present itself?Images flashed through his mind—memories of past successes and failures, each one shaping his hesitance and doubt. But amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a single, unwavering belief emerged—he couldn't abandon Miss Chen to fate. He had to do something, anything, to try and save her.Yet, the weight of responsibility pressed down on him, suffocating him with its enormity. The consequences of his actions weighed heavily on
As the last remnants of the black fluid were expelled from her body, Miss Chen's breathing began to steady, her chest began rising and falling in a steady rhythm. A collective sigh of relief escaped the lips of the medical staff as they realized that the worst was finally over.With the crisis abated, Romeo finally allowed himself a moment to exhale, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the tension that had gripped him. A deep, ragged sigh escaped his lips, carrying with it the release of pent-up stress and anxiety that had plagued him throughout the ordeal.His hands trembled slightly as he lowered the blade, the adrenaline that had fueled his actions now gave way to a wave of exhaustion. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, evidence of the physical exertion and mental strain he had endured in his desperate bid to save Miss Chen's life.As he looked down at the unconscious form of Miss Chen, a flood of emotions washed over him—relief, gratitude, and a profound sense of ac
As Romeo stepped out of the hospital, the weight of the recent events still heavy on his shoulders, he felt the need for a moment of solace. With determination in his stride, he made t way to Anna's vehicle, the engine roaring to life as he drove towards the nearby brewery store.As he pulled up to the brewery, the sight of the neon sign glowing against the sky was a welcome beacon. The parking lot was filled with cars, indicating a bustling atmosphere inside. Romeo could hear the faint murmur of voices and laughter as he approached the entrance.Entering the brewery, Romeo was met with the aroma of hops and barley mingling in the air. The interior was dimly lit, with wooden tables and chairs scattered throughout the space. Men sat around, some engaged in lively conversation, while others nursed their drinks in quiet contemplation.At the bar, Romeo could see a group of men, their laughter ringing out amidst the clinking of glasses. Some appeared to be halfway through their drink
Anger boiled within Romeo as he turned to face the richly dressed man named Conrad Hilton, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with fury. His brows furrowed deeply, and his lips formed a thin line of defiance as he met Hilton's furious gaze head-on.But despite the seething rage emanating from Romeo, he decided to remain stoic, refusing to back down and give in. With a cool demeanor, he turned back to his front, lifted his bottle of Budweiser to his lips, with the intent of ignoring Sir Conrad Hilton's outburst.However, before he could take a sip, Conrad's hand shot out like lightning, delivering a resounding slap that reverberated through the brewery. The force of the blow caught Romeo off guard, his ears ringing and his jaw stinging with pain.Stunned silence fell over the brewery as other customers turned their attention to the unfolding scene, their eyes widening in shock at Conrad's audacious display of aggression.The force of the blow sent shockwaves through Romeo's body,
Conrad Hilton, his face twisted into a mask of rage and pain, clutched at his bleeding cheek, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at Romeo with unrestrained hatred. "You'll pay for this, you insolent wretch!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.But Romeo remained unmoved, his gaze locked onto his adversary with steely resolve. He knew the consequences of his actions, knew that he was risking everything by defying a seemingly rich man as powerful as Conrad Hilton. But in that moment, all he could feel was the burning fire of anger coursing through his veins, driving him to stand his ground and fight back against the injustice that had been inflicted upon him.As the tension thickened in the brewery, the able-bodied staff, fueled by Conrad Hilton's command, closed in on Romeo with determined strides. Their hands, calloused from years of labor, gripped Romeo's arms with a force that threatened to crush his resolve. Yet, Romeo stood firm, his muscles tensed with anticipation,
As Romeo stood there, swaying slightly from the effects of the alcohol, he motioned towards the mountainous man with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Come on, bingo," he slurred, his words tinged with a mixture of bravado and drunkenness.The mountainous man's face darkened with rage at the taunt, his muscles tensing as he prepared to unleash his fury upon Romeo. With a primal roar, he lunged forward, his massive fists swinging towards Romeo with deadly intent.But Romeo, despite his inebriation, moved with surprising agility, his reflexes honed by years of street fights and bar brawls, and bloody skirmishes. With calculated efficiency, he dodged the mountainous man's blows, his movements fluid and precise even in his drunken state."Is that all you got?" Romeo called out mockingly, his voice slurred but defiant. "I'm right here, hit me!"The mountainous man's frustration grew with each missed blow, his attacks becoming increasingly wild and uncoordinated as Romeo danced effortlessly