At this point, they were at a great disadvantage. The backup on the air was fully armed. There is only one choice, but to accept the mission failed, and the plan went in vain.

  "Boss, the pilot was James White and Captain Andre Hillson!"

  The assassin leader heard his comrade reporting. He made hand signals, ordering those hiding in the shadow to retreat and leave them.

  "Drop your gun!" Captain Jones commanded.

  They immediately followed him, dropping their guns to the ground then placing their hands behind their heads.

  Captain Jones stepped forward and ordered them to kneel. From afar, they could see more backup is coming to them. He had guessed it was the special team who would clean the mess.

  "Pitt, you can go now and secure Mr. Shen…… Leave these men to us. I will make sure they will speak up. It has been a while since I beat someone to death because they tied their tongue until their last breath," Captain Jones had a sneer when he muttered this. He presses both of his knuckles and stretches his arms, preparing for the long night interrogating the assassins.

  Pitt nodded. He looked up at the two helipads circling them.

  "I will stay to help these men clean up. I also want to interrogate them myself," said Andre in the other line.

  "Copy." James and Pitt said at once.

  Pitt walked toward the assassin leader and took off his mask. He raised a brow and pushed the corner of his mouth.

  "You were from the Black Shadow Organization, right?"

  "Heh. What's the use of answering your query when you guess it, right?"

  Pitt sneered before he tapped his palm on the assassin's face. It was only light, so it did not hurt him. Pitt turned around and called Vincent.

  "Do you mind punching his thick face? We need to put them to sleep so that they would not know where they were brought to."

  Vincent squinted his eyes, staring at Pitt with astonishment. He glanced at John, then returned his attention to the assassin.

  "I would love to… However, Liam Huo is the only person who is lucky to get to taste my fists. I will keep that record."

  The assassins look at Vincent in disbelief. Liam Huo is a great fighter. Several of them witnessed how he fought, and a few of them spar with him before, and he got them good, putting them to sleep the entire day.

  Everyone was immersed in looking at Vincent, and they gave less attention to someone. Just then, they snap back to their senses when the assassin leader lost consciousness after someone hit the back of his neck.

  "Let me do the honor on your behalf, boss!" Tim exclaimed. After the situation calmed down, he was in great turmoil. Now he could release his frustration.

  These men made him almost pee on his pants. How embarrassing would it be if he left a mess in one of Hailee's seats in her thirty million dollars sports car?

  Without a second thought, he would resign in an instant and go back to the province and plant cabbages!

  Tim was in his train of thoughts when a palm landed on his back. He turned his head and found Pitt, who smacked on his back. The guy has a broad grin on his face.

  "That's our Timothy Cheng!" he said.

  Tim reached for his neck and laughed nervously. He has no choice now but to fight back as well, to stay alive.

  After he hurled a long breath, Tim glanced at his boss and said, "Boss, if the young madam saw a trace of bruises on your knuckle, she might fume that you didn't take care of your hands."

  John, who heard this, smiled. The princess indeed pampered her husband. No wonder Jacob didn't make things harder for Vincent to marry his daughter. Hailee adores her husband so much.

  "Let's go, Vincent!"

  Pitt patted him on the shoulder. Just then, Vincent could breathe normally. Finally, he could go back home and snuggle his wife.

  Vincent took another sidelong glance at the assassin leader, who lost consciousness now before he walk back to the car.

  Sat down on his seat, Vincent closed his eyes for a peaceful few seconds to pass, then opened his eyes and looked outside the window to contemplate.

  He lifted his gaze and watched the beautiful night sky that was the same last night. Stars are scattered around.

  Pitt and the other two cars trotted away from the scene. Following behind was James, with the few knights who remained vigilant to the surroundings down below.

  Vincent glanced at the helipad. "Uncle John, I know Hailey's knights were efficient men. But tonight, I'm really impressed."

  John turned his head in Vincent's direction, who remained looking up at the helipad.

  "Most of Hailee's knights underwent intense training in the Camp, under Master Shun. Not only that, several of them joined the army, the Navy like my son, or the Air Force like Andre. They are all well trained in combat."

  Vincent lowered his gaze, nodding his head. No wonder Bruce Ledesma became Hailee's knight in an instant. The guy is a special agent who went through intense training as well.

  It didn't take long, and they arrived at the mansion.

  Vincent rushed to the bedroom on the second floor to have a quick shower before he showed up to Hailee. After he wore comfortable house clothes, he marched toward the Salon Room.

  Lively chatter and laughter caught his ears the moment he pushed the door open. His heart filled with warmth upon having a glimpse of Hailee's bright smile.

  She was with the three girls making Christmas cards all afternoon. Vincent was grateful that Hailee had something to do while he was at work. Peeking at the room, it looks like Hailee did not notice that James had left with the other knights.

  he muttered to himself. Vincent felt relieved now he saw his beautiful wife.

  The nannies that were on standby in the corner greeted Vincent. Just then, Hailee looked up, and her eyes glimmered upon seeing her husband walking toward her. She studied Vincent, and she saw that he had a shower already, and changed into comfortable clothes.

  "You're home!"

  Vincent smiled as he quickened his strides. The girls were just preparing to leave, but Vincent didn't wait for them to get out of the room. He just walked straight to his wife and threw his arms around her body, embracing her tight but careful not to press her baby bump.

  "I'm finally home," Vincent muttered longingly.

  Hailee didn't notice any strange behavior Vincent acted. She simply believes Vincent misses her as much as she is to him. She buried her face between his shoulder and neck, completely ignoring the girls and the nannies beaming as they walked toward the door in haste to give the couple some privacy.

  "I'm glad you arrived right on time for dinner. Mom prepared stir fry noodles, fish filet, and your fave buffalo chicken wings. Gigi is also fixing a vegetable salad, and the girls baked me a carrot and strawberry cake!"

  Vincent curled his lips, hearing his wife's cheerful voice. It is what he looks forward to when he gets home after a long day at work, listening to Hailee sharing how she had a wonderful day.

  And in a few months, he wants to hear Hailee telling him how their kids behave the entire day—when they start to crawl or attempt to stand up. He would love to witness them muttering their first words and taking their first steps…


  That is why he must stay alive!

  If necessary for him to fight, he would never back down, even if his enemy is time and space!

  swore Vincent.