Fitzwilliam chuckled, "Well then, kneel down and beg me!"
Dylan sighed helplessly, "Are you bullying a woman "
Fitzwilliam smirked and looked at Alberta suggestively, "Am I a man? Just watch my performance!"
As he reached out to grab Alberta's clothes, Dylan intervened abruptly. "
You dare?
I'm giving you a chance!"
With a swift motion, he struck the throats of the two attackers, catching them off guard.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Dylan incapacitated them both with a swift blow to their chests.
The two writhed on the ground in pain, rendered defenseless.
Dylan sneered, thinking they underestimated him just because he survived the apocalypse for ten years.
Although he lived through tough times, he wouldn't hesitate to act ruthlessly against those who threatened his life.
Even with everyone in the room combined, they couldn't match him.
He was confident he could rescue Alberta from Fitzwilliam's clutches.
Seizing the moment before they could react, Dylan charged towards Fitzwilliam, intending to subdue him first.
But before Dylan could reach him, Fitzwilliam reacted swiftly, pulling out a shiny black revolver from his waist and aiming it at Alberta.
"Don't move, or I'll shoot her!" Fitzwilliam roared angrily at Dylan.
Dylan froze in his tracks, surprised that Fitzwilliam had a gun.
This development was unexpected.
Although he couldn't be sure if it was real, Dylan didn't want to risk Alberta's life.
Since she was brought here against her will, Dylan decided to rescue her and add some excitement to his post-apocalyptic life.
"Alright, I won't move.
Don't get agitated," Dylan said, slowly stepping back.
As the standoff continued, two unexpected figures entered the villa: Belinda and Dominic.
Seeing the tense situation, both of them were stunned.
They had come to talk, not to witness this chaos.
Moreover, Fitzwilliam's son was holding a gun, a foolish move that could land him in serious trouble.
"Fitzwilliam, put the gun down.
Is it worth risking so much for dealing with a worthless guy like Dylan?" Belinda urged her son to reconsider.Belinda, knowing her son's impulsive nature, didn't want him to ruin her plans.
Fitzwilliam glanced at his mother, "Mom, stay out of this."
Then he turned to Dylan, "Dylan, ending this today is simple.
Give me everything you have, including the villa, and kneel down to apologize.
As for this girl, I'll return her to you after I'm done with her.
I want you to taste the pain of losing your loved one."
Seeing her son's seriousness, Belinda didn't know how to intervene.
At that moment, Dominic spoke up, "Dylan, just agree. Do you have to wait until someone gets hurt before you're satisfied?
Hurry up and agree with Fitzwilliam.
If he goes crazy, you'll end up crawling on the floor for the rest of your life!"
Belinda added, "Yes, and about the girl.
If Fitzwilliam agrees, I'll give you a million tomorrow.
Take her and leave, it's my final kindness as a stepmother."
Cherry chimed in, "Yeah, Alberta, if you get the chance to sleep with Fitzwilliam, you better agree.
Otherwise, you might lose your life!"
Dylan couldn't help but laugh at their absurdity.
A small mistake on his part had given them so much control.
He checked the time.
It was 11:59 PM.
The opportunity had arrived.
It was time to end everything.
As the clock struck midnight, everyone in the room felt a sudden sharp pain in their heads, accompanied by ringing in their ears.
Dylan was prepared for this, but the others were not.
The unexpected pain made them instinctively cover their heads and crouch down in discomfort.
This was Dylan's chance.
In a flash, he had a riot baton in his hand.
Taking advantage of everyone's distraction, he swiftly knocked the gun out of Fitzwilliam's hand and grabbed it himself.
To test if the gun was real, Dylan aimed at Fitzwilliam's leg and fired.
Bang!
The gunshot echoed in the room, followed by Fitzwilliam's agonized screams, startling everyone.
"My leg! Ahh!"
Fitzwilliam cried out in pain, clutching his injured leg.
You dared to shoot! You're dead!"
Belinda screamed hysterically despite her headache.
Dylan was satisfied.
The gun was real, and now everything would be easier.Dylan glanced at his own left arm, where it displayed "00 years 364 days 23 hours 59 minutes 50 seconds."
He had executed his series of actions in just 10 seconds.
Dylan pulled Alberta behind him, untied her ropes, and then pointed the gun at Fitzwilliam's head, addressing the others in the room, "Have you seen the time on your left arms?
If you don't want me to shoot, do as I say."
Everyone subconsciously looked at their left arms and froze when they saw the time displayed there.
"If you don't want me to shoot, follow my instructions," Dylan continued.
He grabbed Fitzwilliam's left hand and instructed, "Use your mind to transfer this time to me.
Keep only ten minutes for yourself."
Fitzwilliam, already scared after being shot in the leg, complied quickly.
His timer now showed only 10 minutes.
Satisfied with the increased time on his arm, Dylan struck Fitzwilliam's head with the gun and warned the others, "And you, if you don't want Fitzwilliam dead, do as I say, now!"
"Okay! Okay! Dylan, don't act rashly, don't hurt Fitzwilliam! We'll do as you say!"
Dominic hurriedly stepped forward to persuade.
Observing Dominic's nervous demeanor, Dylan couldn't help but suspect his true intentions.
He questioned, "Why are you everywhere, Dominic? Is Fitzwilliam your son?"
Caught off guard by Dylan's words, Dominic and Belinda's expressions turned awkward.
Dylan suddenly realized the truth.
"Ethan, oh Ethan, you've been played!"
he chuckled to himself.
"No wonder Dominic is always around.
Looks like he's everywhere, but today, I'll clean up for you, Ethan!"
"You're really a pair of scumbags.
No wonder Fitzwilliam looks like a pig.
It turns out he follows you, Dominic!" Dylan mocked.
Dominic could only swallow his anger silently.
"Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and transfer the time to me!
You all know I won't hesitate to kill him!" Dylan urged, pointing the gun at Fitzwilliam's head.
Dominic hurriedly encouraged, "Quickly! Do as he says! Tomorrow, I'll reward each of you with a million."
Despite their concerns about the effects of transferring time and Dylan's threats, the others complied, seeing Fitzwilliam obey without any apparent consequences and the promise of a hefty reward.
Dylan looked at the newly obtained time energy from the 11 people and grinned with satisfaction. you can leave now!"
Dylan kicked Fitzwilliam to the other side.
"I really hate to dirty the mansion with this bastard's blood."
Actually, Dylan could have killed them all, but giving them hope, then despair, wasn't that more satisfying?
Plus, it saved him the trouble of disposing their bodies.
Belinda and Dominic quickly helped the seriously injured Fitzwilliam up.
Dominic glared at Dylan and said, "Dylan, no matter what confidence you have, with just that one shot, you're going to rot in jail!"
After speaking, Dominic hastily ordered someone to lift Fitzwilliam into the car and rushed to the hospital.
Cherry, trying to slip away while Dylan was distracted, was intercepted by Alberta in a swift move.
"Stay put!"
*Smack! Smack! Smack!* Three slaps landed on Cherry's face, causing her to bleed from the corners of her mouth.
"My brother always told me, whoever treats us well, we treat them even better.
Whoever tries to harm us, we pay them back double.
I don't pick fights, but it doesn't mean I'm easy to bully!
From today onwards, I'll hit you every time I see you.
I mean what I say!"
Cherry looked at Alberta's cold eyes and suddenly felt as if she were facing a different person.
Wasn't this the innocent and sweet school flower from their college?
She felt a sense of fear.
Cherry was terrified, not daring to make a sound as she hurriedly fled.
However, there was no car waiting for her outside; she had been forgotten.
Suddenly, she felt cold.
Was it because she was too scared?
In the warm and cozy mansion, Dylan stared at Alberta, who seemed like a different person, feeling guilty.
"Miss Alberta, I'm sorry for dragging you into this. Don't worry, I..."
Before Dylan could finish, Alberta burst into tears and hugged Dylan tightly.
Feeling the softness and faint fragrance, Dylan was caught off guard.
He could only pat Alberta's back gently to comfort her.
Gradually, he understood.
Alberta had been nervous and afraid all along, just holding on until now.
When the danger passed, she couldn't hold back anymore.
However, Dylan was impressed by her mental resilience.
At this moment, Alberta's feelings were also complex.
She didn't know why she hugged Dylan when she could barely hold on.
It felt like everything was just natural.
In reality, she was scared to death from the moment Cherry deceived her until she was tied up in the car.