Second Chances

“Damn, this path is a nightmare. Forget it, she’s definitely dead!”

“Let’s head back, man. We don’t want to end up dead here before we even find the woman, do we?”

“Let’s go-waah!” Just as the three black-clad guys were about to head back, a tree branch suddenly swung at them from behind.

With

thunderous crack, the trio screamed, lost their footing, and plunged into the abyss, shattered to pieces.

Finally, Emma could hold on no longer; her footing slipped, and she fell toward the bottom of the cliff..

‘Am I dying?’ The thought rushed through her mind when a hand suddenly grasped her wrist.

“Hold on tight to me!” someone shouted.

Emma’s eyes widened in astonishment at the sound. It was the same familiarity and the same person as in her previous life, descending from the heavens like a deity, appearing before her in her moment of utter despair and near death.

She saw Liam, struggling to ask, “Why… why are you here?”

“Don’t be afraid, Emma. I won’t let anything happen to you!” Liam replied.

In that instant, Emma seemed to hear Liam’s voice from her past life. “Emma, don’t be afraid. I won’t let you walk alone on the road to the afterlife. I’ll be with you.” She couldn’t tell if it was a dream or an illusion, but she knew she wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes this time.

With the last bit of her strength, she tightly grasped Liam’s hand. As her consciousness waned, she murmured, “Liam… I won’t miss you again

this time…”

Emma felt like she had woken up from a long dream. When she opened her eyes again, she was still in the car she had driven there. They were bumping along a rugged mountain road, and she noticed the black suit jacket draped over her.

The familiar texture and scent instantly brought back the final moments of the ordeal. It was Liam who had saved her.

“Liam…” She hesitated to call out.

“Emma?” Liam’s previous annoyance vanished at her voice, replaced by a deep concern for her. “It’s okay. The cops have got those guys under control. We’re almost home now,” he said, gently patting her.

“Mm…” Hearing him, Emma let out a small sigh of relief when suddenly someone up front said, “Mr. Hall, we’ve got a tail!”

“Who are they?” Liam’s voice was stern. “The same bunch as before?”

“No, looks like it might be Mr. Brad’s men!” Came the reply.

‘Brad.’ Liam silently read the name, his every cell and breath becoming inexplicably dark and gloomy. Indeed, Brad was always watching him, as he expected. Any slight move from him and Brad’s men would track him down.

Levi’s reminder was not without reason; Sending out Team Thunder to rescue Emma had undoubtedly exposed Liam himself to danger. But for now, Emma’s safety was the best possible outcome. Liam had no regrets. “Call everyone nearby to be ready for it,” he ordered.

“No can do, Mr. Hall. If we expose TeamThunder, all these years of patience would be for nothing! You take the car and go with Mrs. Hall first. I’ll get out and hold them off!” The speaker was a top operative from Team Thunder, fiercely loyal and a trusted right-hand man. In critical

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moments, he was willing to die for Liam.

Liam naturally didn’t want his brothers, who had followed him for so many years, to take risks. In the midst of the dilemma, he felt a hand on his waist, gently tugging at his sleeve. “Emma?”

“Liam…” Emma was very weak, but her consciousness was clear. She gritted her teeth and said, “In my car, the drawer in the front passenger seat… There’s a small set of gear… just assemble it, it’ll be useful against them…” Before she could finish, a fit of cough overwhelmed her.

Being highly security-conscious, Emma always kept a bunch of odd items in her car, and luckily, they were in her car now. Otherwise, it would

have been a dire situation.

As soon as Emma finished, the person driving the car pulled open the drawer Emma mentioned, half believing and half doubting. Upon seeing the contents in the drawer, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Holy crap, flashbangs and tear gas!”

“Mr. Hall, Mrs. Hall’s freaking amazing! To have these kinds of weapons in her car!” The joy of being saved was evident in his voice, and he quickly assembled all the devices and opened the window, laughing while driving at high speed. “Just wait; they’re done for now!”

With that, he threw out the first flashbang. A blinding flash erupted in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, those cars lost control, swaying from side to side before crashing into each other with a series of bangs.

Liam watched the spectacle with a contemptuous smile. “After all these years, the people of Brad are still so useless. Humph,” he mocked.

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Brad had always been on guard against him despite his extremely low-key disguise over the years. After all, the past Liam was too terrifying.

Finally, after they got out of danger, Emma could no longer withstand the onslaught of wave after wave of the drug’s effects and fell into a

deep sleep.

In a lavish duplex mansion at Starsand Beach, Brad watched coldly as his men returned one by one, defeated and wounded. His once stunningly handsome face turned dark with anger. “Speak. How did you lose them, and how did you manage to wreck all the cars I gave

you?”

He didn’t rage or roar, but the atmosphere in the study was more terrifying than any outburst.

The leader mustered his courage to reply, “Mr. Hall, it’s not that we’re incompetent, but that person simply couldn’t be Liam!”

“Yeah, Liam is just a cripple in a wheelchair, and how could he possibly have that kind of thing? It must be that woman named Emma Wilson. She’s got some dirty secrets. That’s why she’s got foreign assassins after her!” added another one.

As he listened, Brad got furious, but suddenly, he burst into laughter, coldly staring at the leader. “It couldn’t be Liam? Tell me, what evidence do you have to prove that it couldn’t be him?”

The leader felt a bit creeped out by Brad’s laughter, stammering, “Mr. Hall…”

Brad stood up, hands in his pockets, his smile twisted and chilling. He was dressed in a refined suit, yet he exuded a twisted aura of violence from head to toe. He approached step by step, questioning, “What if that person is Liam? He’s got flashbangs, he can walk, and he’s got the most professional team of killers. Tell me, if that’s the case, how should I deal with you? Should I treat you like the last guy and feed you to my beloved pets in the thunder pool?”

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine at the mention of the thunder pool, which was like a living hell on earth; stepping in meant suffering worse than death. The leader dropped to his knees with a thud, pleading desperately, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hall. Please show mercy…”