"Fat bitch, stop right there!"
"Stop, how dare you mess with us!" The leader and Blondie yelled from behind, as the big guy and the man with the scarf accelerated forward.
Abigail pretended not to hear, her heart tightened as she pushed Brandon Piers' hospital bed, especially worried that the man on the bed would not make it.
Compared to the noisy gang, the real danger was the two silent pursuers who were about to catch up.
They were the real threat.
They were after Brandon Piers' life.
"I told you to stop running!" Blondie gasped, falling behind, suddenly spotting two bricks in the corner. He bent down and picked them up.
The big guy was about to catch up to the middle-aged man and his subordinate, eyeing them warily. "Are you also here to catch that fat bitch? How about this—our boss said she's loaded. If we catch her, we can split fifty-fifty."
The four thought the middle-aged man was also paid to deal with Abigail.
