CHAPTER 860: CHAPTER 859

After Rosemary knocked out everyone in the stairwell, she sprinted to the rooftop only to discover that someone had taken a dive.

Rushing over, she saw about seven or eight people had leapt down to the balcony of a sixth-floor VIP room, then down to the fifth, where they had joined in a scuffle with Horace.

On the fourth-floor balcony, Viper was slumped on the ground, his left leg bleeding profusely. Even though he fought to stand, leaning on the railing, his left leg betrayed him.

Many chased after Viper. He knew death was closing in, fear forcing him to shuffle backward.

One assailant kicked viciously at the wound on Viper’s leg, another wrapped his hands tightly around his throat, and two more took out knives, stabbing at him.

They were trying to silence him for good!

Rosemary moved with lightning speed, jumping down to the sixth-floor balcony, then to the fifth.

Across the way in a high-end club, two heartbroken young gents were drinking. Standing by the window, clinking glasses and sipping whiskey, they were far from over their breakups when they caught

sight of a girl, light as a feather, hopping down floor by floor.

"Is that—?" Timothy rubbed his eyes, suspecting the booze was playing tricks on him.

Derrick was stunned, pulling Timothy closer and asking, "Is that Romeo’s fiancée Rosemary?"

"You think so too?"

"Think so? I’m almost sure it’s her."

That figure, that presence. Who else could it be?

Although there was a distance and they couldn’t see her features clearly, that familiar feeling—no doubt, it was her!

What was she doing out this late?

They watched as she landed on one of the fourth-floor balconies, swiftly taking down two knife-wielding attackers before agilely engaging others.

"Is she fighting?" Derrick gaped, "No, it’s more like—murder."

Someone had just been stabbed, collapsing against the balcony railing, their body still twitching.

What was going on?

Was it Rosemary’s people getting hurt? Or was Rosemary just stepping in to play the hero?

From their vantage point, they could see people spilling out onto many balconies, all heading in Rosemary’s direction.

"This is bad! Call Romeo; I’ll get the club’s security to back her up."

With that, Timothy was off and running. The club was his, and he had dozens of security staff at his beck and call.

Derrick, still in a daze, fumbled with his shaking hands to get his phone out and dialed Romeo’s number.

"Romeo, your fiancée’s in trouble. Lots of people are chasing her."

"Is she hurt?"

"No. She’s laid out a bunch of them. You should see her in action." Derrick was astonished.

Wasn’t his fiancée supposed to be timid and gentle?

She didn’t seem the part at all.

Romeo was relieved to hear Rosemary was unscathed.

"Romeo!" Derrick’s voice suddenly spiked, laced with disbelief, "Your fiancée—she’s doing it again! She just jumped from the sixth-floor balcony to the fifth, and then from the fifth to the fourth. Now she’s just

hopping all the way down to ground level."

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he’d swear it was a scene from an action movie.

"Stop. I don’t want to know," Romeo cut in abruptly, "She might think I’m spying on her."

"But you."

How could he be so calm when his fiancée was in such danger? Wasn’t he the least bit anxious?

"Stay out of it," Romeo said.

He didn’t want Derrick to become a burden to Rose.

"Act like you saw nothing." With that, Romeo hung up.

Derrick stood there, mind racing with a myriad of questions. What in the world was going on?

At the coffee shop back then, Romeo and Rosemary were inseparable, with eyes only for each other. But now, danger was knocking at the girl’s door, and as her fiancé, how could he stay so calm?

The thing was, these people looked a lot like professional killers. What if something happened to Rosemary?

And there was that guy who got stabbed and was covered in blood.

It seemed like Rosemary had gotten tangled up in some messy affair..

Derrick felt he had to go check on her.

Rushing downstairs, Derrick found Timothy and a bunch of security guards standing around like lost sheep, the place cleared out.

"Where’s Rosemary??" Derrick approached, his voice laced with urgency.

"I got here just in time to see her and her crew drive off."

They were actually chasing those other guys.

The people scattered in all directions, leaving just a few leaders. Rosemary and her companion went to chase after them.

Derrick glanced at the fourth-floor balcony, where the blood-soaked man still lay slumped against the railing, motionless.

What on earth was going on? How had Rosemary gotten involved in such a horrific situation?

Did she have some secret identity they didn’t know about?

"Why are we chasing that car ahead, boss?" Horace pushed the gas pedal to the floor, but was puzzled as to why Rosemary wasn’t calling it quits, especially since they had already taken out the Viper.

If it weren’t for those jerks surrounding him, he would have leapt to the fourth floor to save Viper himself, instead of watching helplessly as he was stabbed to death.

"With his dying breath, he pointed to that guy with the buzz cut and told me two words, ’Tower Bay’."

"Tower Bay? That’s been a derelict building site for years. There was this big-shot developer who planned to build a fancy residential area, complete with an agreement with the local government to

plant oak trees, improve the sidewalks, invest in hot springs, and the like. They said it was all set, but the developer went bankrupt halfway through the construction."

And so the building became a derelict site.

As Horace shared this, he couldn’t help but speculate, "Could it be that with his last breath, Viper had a change of heart, wanting to tell us that those guys, including the buzz cut, have their hideout in Tower

Bay?"

"Quite possible."

That’s why Rosemary wanted to follow them.

"Boss." Horace glanced at the street sign. "The direction they’re headed looks like Tower Bay."

"Stay on them."

The white car ahead was fleeing frantically on the nighttime road, like someone running for their life.

Horace pursued relentlessly, refusing to let up.

The chase led them down a desolate street, with a dead end ahead. On the left was the half-built derelict high-rise, and on the right were rows of large trees.

Horace followed them into the derelict building’s parking lot, only to find their car had disappeared, the sound of their engine gone.

Apart from the light from Horace’s car, the surroundings were pitch-black, giving him the creeps.

"Boss." Before Horace could utter a word, Rosemary issued a command, "Pull out."

Before Horace could react, the roaring engines of dozens of cars surrounded them, trapping them in a ring of blinding headlights.

People got out of their cars, weapons in hand.

Just as Horace was about to step on the gas, something heavy slammed onto the roof of his car.

Taking a glance, the entire car seemed to have been lifted off the ground.

"Jump." Rosemary opened the door and leaped out, with Horace scrambling to follow her.

Their car was hoisted high and then dropped, smashing to the ground.

"Boss."

Rosemary quickly pulled him aside to take cover.

As their car crashed down, shattering glass with a loud bang and sending shards flying, Rosemary caught sight of a person stepping out from the crowd.

It was Martha.