There was more than one shot, a lot of chaotic gunfire.
"Gunfire?" Enna Clark thought he was going to say something else. Hearing this, she subconsciously froze for a moment, her heart suddenly filled with unease, and she frowned, "Why would there be gunfire? Isn't Baron Lawrence handling a dispute?"
Even if there's a business dispute, guns shouldn't be necessary, right?
Could Scott Harris have heard wrong?
But Scott, like Baron Lawrence, is a soldier. How could he possibly mishear gunfire?
Her heart felt as if it was being clutched by a hand; Enna Clark couldn't describe the sensation, but it definitely wasn't pleasant.
Just as she was about to ask for more details, suddenly, the car door clicked open.
Edward Jackson got into the car and ordered, "To the hospital."
"Little Uncle, did you finish your talk with Prince Willie that quickly?"
"Yes, we spoke briefly, nothing much to say. Let's go to the hospital first."
