Chapter 166
Charlotte's face changed dramatically, and she immediately reached out to cover his mouth.
"Shut up!"
But even so, it was already too late.
The boy's scream had already attracted their attention.
"Over there! The sound came from the warehouse next door!"
"Quick! Go check it out!"
Soon, a chaotic rush of footsteps and shouts rapidly closed in on their location.
Charlotte's heart instantly sank to rock bottom.
She looked at the boy who had broken down crying in fear, and for the first time, felt a profound sense of helplessness.
"Boss! The woman's in here! She's here!"
The boy seemed completely terrified, or perhaps he wanted to bargain with this information to save himself, and actually started shouting at the people outside.
Charlotte's expression instantly turned ugly, her gaze suddenly sharp.
Almost immediately, the half-open iron door of the warehouse was kicked open with a loud bang, and a group of thugs wielding machetes and steel pipes rushed in, blocking the doorway completely.
Then, more and more enforcers poured in from all directions, surrounding the entire small warehouse.
From the crowd, a bald man with a scar across his face—Butcher—stepped forward.
His gaze swept across everyone's faces like a serpent's tongue, finally landing on Charlotte.
After looking her up and down, a savage grin spread across his face.
"Ms. Johnson, you really made us work for it."
His voice was hoarse. "Earlier I was wondering what kind of big shot would dare mess with Bloodaxe's business!"
"Turns out it's such a delicate little beauty!"
At these words, the thugs behind him burst into laughter, their eyes full of lecherous intent and cruelty as they looked at Charlotte.
Charlotte positioned herself in front of the children, her body taut as a bowstring.
She stared coldly at Butcher, gradually clenching her fists, feeling blood drip down her knuckles. She took a deep breath and lifted her chin slightly.
"So you're Butcher?"
A mocking smile curved her lips, her gaze looking at him as if he were nothing more than a worthless dog.
"Richard's lapdog dares to bark at me?"
In an instant, the smile on the man's face froze, and murderous intent flooded his eyes.
"Bitch, still got that smart mouth!"
"Fine, let's see what you're made of!"
"Everyone, get her!"
"Leave her breathing—I want to deal with her personally!"
At his command, more than a dozen thugs closed in on Charlotte with malicious intent.
The narrow space instantly filled with suffocating pressure.
Charlotte looked at these men, fully aware that she had no way out now!
So she gritted her teeth and forcefully pushed the children behind her toward the corner.
"Get to the back, cover your heads!"
Before the words had even left her mouth, Charlotte's body dropped at an impossible angle, dodging the steel pipe swinging down at her.
At the same time, the knife she'd picked up earlier came into play, flashing like lightning across the wrist of the man holding the weapon.
"Ah!"
The man screamed, and the steel pipe clattered to the ground.
Charlotte didn't miss the opportunity, driving her elbow hard into the temple of the man on her left.
He let out a muffled grunt, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.
Watching the woman before them move with such agility and speed, the attackers were momentarily stunned by her presence.
But even so, Charlotte was gradually reaching her limit.
Her strength hadn't recovered much to begin with, and the drug's effects hadn't completely worn off. Gradually, her movements began to slow beyond her control, and her vision kept going dark.
One of the thugs noticed her weakness and roared.
"Attack together! Cut her down!"
This time, Charlotte couldn't dodge completely. The blade came down with a whistling sound, grazing her shoulder.
Though she tried her best to evade it, the sharp edge still left a deep, bone-revealing gash on her left arm.
Blood instantly gushed out, staining her clothes red.
The intense pain made her stumble, and having already been at a disadvantage, she now lost every opportunity.
Butcher, watching from a distance, saw this moment, and a gleam flashed in his eyes as he keenly sensed this was a golden opportunity!
The next second, fierce light blazed in his eyes. He grabbed an iron rod and charged toward Charlotte, raising the weapon high.
Charlotte heard the sound of rushing wind behind her, her expression shifting slightly. She wanted to dodge.
But unfortunately, her physical condition had completely bottomed out. She could only turn her head and watch helplessly as the iron rod grew larger and larger in her pupils.
Just as it was about to come down, at this critical moment—
"BOOM!"
A deafening crash suddenly erupted!
The warehouse's steel door was smashed open, and then a tall, imposing figure slowly stepped out of a vehicle.
Although no one could clearly see the person's face, they still shuddered at the murderous intent and cold aura radiating from him.
Butcher's iron rod froze in mid-air, and he looked at the intruder with disbelief.
"Who the hell are you?! How dare you come here!"
The man didn't answer. His cold gaze swept past the crowd and landed on Charlotte, surrounded in the center.
Seeing her pale face and bloodied appearance, fury erupted in Alexander's eyes.
They dared to hurt her!
After discovering Charlotte's disappearance at the wedding, he had immediately mobilized the Harris family's intelligence network and successfully tracked down the cargo truck that had kidnapped Charlotte.
He'd rushed here in a panic, only to find he was still a bit late.
Instantly, the rage in Alexander's chest blazed.
Anger made his voice even colder, chilling people to the bone.
"Deal with them."
As his words fell, more than a dozen shadows behind him melted into the warehouse like ghosts.
Before Butcher's men could even react, they were instantly taken down by these suddenly appearing shadow figures.
The entire process was quick—only a dozen seconds or so.
Soon, those thugs who had been so arrogant earlier lost all fighting capability, lying on the ground wailing continuously.
At this moment, Butcher was also a bit dazed. He hadn't expected his men to be dealt with so quickly—these were veterans who had carried out many missions with him!
Fear instantly flooded across his face. He knew he'd kicked an iron plate this time.
But he also knew that once he showed fear, he'd already lost.
So he gritted his teeth and shouted with false bravado.
"Who are you? What do you want? Do you know who's behind me?! It's Richard!"
"If you dare touch me, you're provoking Richard. Do you think you can handle his retaliation?!"
Hearing Butcher's threats, Alexander let out a derisive laugh, his eyes full of contempt and mockery.
"Richard?"
"Don't worry. Before long, he'll be joining you."
With that, Alexander's body, which had been standing still, moved.
Everyone only saw a shadow flash past, and then he appeared in front of Butcher.
Butcher's eyes widened instantly in horror, and he swung the iron rod in his hand directly at Alexander.
"CRACK!"