CHAPTER 373: CHAPTER 373: YOU STILL DARE TO RUN?

"Ah~ ah~ ah~"

"What the hell?"

People in the dance floor stopped one after another, seeing two children running wildly in the dance floor, security guards with electric batons chasing them from all directions, once again they screamed and hurried off the dance floor.

Ian Keane and Timmy Monroe mixed among them and ran off the dance floor.

The security guards were confused by the chaotic crowd.

After the crowd all rushed off, where could Ian Keane and Timmy Monroe be seen on the dance floor?

They searched around again, only to see two children running towards the outside of the night venue.

"They’re heading outside, chase them." A sharp-eyed security guard shouted loudly.

All the security guards immediately chased towards the outside.

Children’s physical strength is ultimately limited.

Timmy Monroe was exhausted from running, he gritted his teeth and tried to keep up with Ian Keane’s pace, but as time went by, he felt like he couldn’t hold on any longer.

All the security guards chasing were adults, their strides overtaking two or three of theirs.

Timmy Monroe was drenched in sweat, hearing the footsteps of the pursuers getting closer and closer, his anxiety swelled, he struggled for a few seconds and suddenly pulled away from Ian Keane’s little hand.

"Brother, run, go call Daddy and the police to save me."

Ian Keane stopped in his tracks, seeing Timmy Monroe shouting at him.

He was extremely shocked, how could his brother let go of his hand?

Timmy Monroe was caught by the chasing security guard, Ian Keane tightly clenched his fingers.

Seeing Ian Keane not running, Timmy Monroe cried urgently, shouting loudly, "Brother, you can’t fight them, run quickly, your brother is waiting for you to bring someone to rescue me."

Ian Keane was very reluctant, but he knew what Timmy Monroe said was true, if he didn’t leave, he wouldn’t be able to save his brother.

Ian Keane bit his thin lip and turned around to run.

Without Timmy Monroe, he ran very fast, having practiced martial arts was different from those who hadn’t.

The security guards chased and chased, but lost him.

"Damn it, that brat runs like a thief, wore me out."

"What now? Keep looking, or going back?"

"If you want to look, stay here and look yourself, I’m going back. These two brats were supposed to be guarded by Bao and them, they didn’t watch them well, and the kids ran out. We managed to chase one down, Hawk wouldn’t blame us but them when he returns."

Leon Keane was still a few hundred meters away from the night venue when he suddenly saw a child, running madly on the road, he slammed on the brakes and stopped.

Opening the car door, Leon Keane chased after the child, grabbing the child’s arm, seeing the murderous expression of restraint on Ian Keane’s face, he was shocked: "Ian, I’m Daddy."

Ian Keane saw clearly the person gripping him was Leon Keane, tears rolled down his eyes, he thought he was strong, but when it came to Mommy and his brother, he really became very fragile.

"Daddy, save Timmy, Timmy was caught by bad guys."

In front of his father, Ian Keane let go of all strength, acting like a helpless child.

"Alright, Daddy will go save Timmy immediately."

Leon Keane comforted Ian Keane, raising a hand to wipe the tears from his face.

Leon Keane straightened up, letting Ian Keane lead the way to rescue Timmy Monroe, two seven-seater business vehicles stopped by their side, black-clad men emerged.

They held guns in their hands.

"President Kane, we are sent by Young Master Ye to assist you," said one of the black-clad men.

Leon Keane nodded to them, leading a dozen people to rush into the night venue.

The security guards took Timmy Monroe back to the basement, seeing the young man who had been strangled unconscious and two men knocked out in the restroom, they threw water to wake the guys up.

"Bao, you three are utterly useless, knocked out by two kids. Hawk would laugh to death if he returns."

The security guard ridiculed the three awakening men.

"Where are the two brats?"

Bao and the others looked embarrassed, seriously shamed, especially the young man with the sore neck, wishing he could choke Timmy Monroe and Ian Keane to death on the spot.

"Captured one, the other ran away."

The security guards pushed Timmy Monroe forward.

Bao grabbed Timmy Monroe, clenching teeth: "You little punk, dare to run?"

Timmy Monroe pursed his thin lips, said nothing, Bao painfully pinched his arm, he felt tears roll in his eyes but didn’t scream, knowing that being in their hands again, screaming wouldn’t awaken their conscience, they would not spare him.

Hoping his brother could make it safely to call Daddy and the police to rescue him.

The security guards tossed Timmy Monroe to Bao and went outside.

The young man with the sore neck walked towards Timmy Monroe with a savage look, choking out words: "Damn you, brat."

He raised his hand, a heavy slap was about to fall on Timmy Monroe’s face.

Timmy Monroe turned pale, scared, closing his eyes.

Bang!

A loud noise came.

"Ah~" the raising young man let out a miserable scream.

Timmy Monroe opened his eyes, seeing him clutching his bloodied hand, crouching painfully on the floor, Bao and the other young man scared out of their wits, legs trembling.

Timmy Monroe looked at the shooter, it was a man in black with a murderous face, beside him stood a god-like handsome man and a young boy.

"Daddy."

Timmy Monroe was overjoyed, struggling in Bao’s grasp, wanting to rush into Leon Keane’s arms.

Seeing Timmy Monroe safe and sound, Leon Keane’s cold face showed warmth, holding Ian Keane, he strode towards Timmy Monroe.

Bao was terrified: "You... you... don’t come closer, I’ll... I’ll kill him."

Bao trembled as he threatened Leon Keane, holding Timmy Monroe.

Leon Keane’s dark eyes shot cold beams: "If you dare touch him, I’ll dismember you and feed you to dogs."

Bao was scared senseless.

An acrid smell drifted in the air.

Bao gritted against his fear: "You... you stop scaring me."

Just as his voice dropped, Leon Keane pulled out a pistol, aiming at his eyes: "I’ll count to three, release him, one, two..."

Bao turned pale, it was a real gun!

Bao’s legs softened, hands weakened, almost unable to hold Timmy Monroe anymore.

"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I was wrong..." Bao released Timmy Monroe, collapsed to the ground with limp legs, raising his hands in surrender.

Timmy Monroe ran to Leon Keane’s legs, holding his waist: "Daddy."

Leon Keane holstered the gun, bent down to pick up Timmy Monroe, deciding not to fire, he didn’t want to scare his son anymore.

Leon Keane carefully examined Timmy Monroe, noticing no injuries, his handsome face showing a loving smile: "Good child."

Hawk came rushing back to the night venue, only to be instantly held at gunpoint.

"Friendly, friendly, I’m Hawk." Hawk was terrified, hurriedly saying.