Chapter 709: Chapter 711

The look in Tyler’s eyes darkened when he saw the handcuffs on Vicky’s wrists.

He grabbed onto the cuffs and snapped them open before laying his jacket onto Vicky’s shoulders as

her clothes were all torn by the whip.

The warmth on his jacket chased away the cold, and his arrival felt like heaven-sent.

Vicky had never wished to see him so desperately, and all the despair she felt exploded.

She threw herself into his arms and broke down in tears.

Instead of pushing her away, he tapped her gently on the back in consolation.

The two men wailed and whimpered on the ground.

“Help. It hurts…”

Vicky snapped out of it and tugged at Tyler’s shirt. “Let’s just go.”

She did not want to stay for another moment. There was no way that they could call the police as

Jonathan was looking for her.

Tyler nodded and lifted Vicky in his arms. In the process, however, he accidentally grazed her wounds,

and she paled in pain.

He immediately paused. “Does it hurt badly?”

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain. “I’m fine.” Out of concern that the two men had other

partners, she urged, “Let’s leave.”

Without another word, Tyler turned to leave with her in his arms but stilled when he walked past the two

men on the ground.

He gazed down at them and narrowed his eyes viciously.

“What’s wrong?” Vicky asked in confusion.

“Letting them go like this is far too kind,” Tyler said. “Hold onto me.”

Vicky was confused but obeyed nonetheless, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Tyler pulled out a gun, and before she had the chance to register what was happening, he fired two

shots.

Bang! Bang!

Two bullets were fired straight at the men’s crotch, and they instantly fainted before they had the

chance to wail.

With that, Tyler put the gun away and left coldly.

…

He glanced at Vicky on the passenger’s seat and reached to fasten her seatbelt for her, to which Vicky

flinched.

Tyler stilled.

Vicky tried to explain herself. “I—”

“Let’s go home first,” he interjected.

Vicky fell into silence.

An hour later, the car stopped before the residential building where Tyler lived.

Since the conflict with Jonathan had not been resolved, Tyler could not send Vicky to a hospital.

Upon returning to the apartment, he said, “I’ll get the first-aid kit.”

Suddenly, she grabbed him by the sleeve, and he turned around to look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Just now…” Vicky looked up and explained, “I didn’t flinch because of you. I was just caught by

surprise…and was a little scared.”

He chuckled. “I know.”