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Beyond the Divorce novel Chapter 1233

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My heart leaped, and I wanted to leave the car. When I was about to reach for the car door, Anya grabbed me and said, "Madam, don't!"

I forcefully shook off Anya's hand. "Let go of me, I want to get out, they..."

"Madam, Mr. Atlas said, don't get out of the car!" With a loud voice, Anya gripped me tightly and wouldn't let go.

Atlas seemed to sense my intention outside the car. He stepped back to block the car door on my side, with the black gun still pressed against his head.

At that moment, I heard Atlas say in Cirencester's language, "Put down your gun!"

"They are not Cirencester nationals! Haha.."

The person holding the gun against Atlas's head said, "He’s still acting tough!"

"If you don't put it down, you won't have a chance!" Atlas said grimly. As soon as he finished speaking, I couldn't see how he moved, but the gun was suddenly in his hand.

The next moment, I heard two shots, and the person fell.

Anya and I screamed in shock. The suddenness of the two shots stunned the people intercepting the car. By the time they realized what had happened, it was too late!

Our people had already aimed all their guns at them.

I was still scared stiff by the situation before me. I couldn't imagine what would have happened if Atlas hadn't taken the gun from that person just now...

I didn't dare to think about it anymore.

I heard a faint curse the next second. I looked out the window and saw that Atlas hadn't taken that person's life. He was still rolling on the ground. It seemed that it was his legs that had been shot.

I thanked the heavens.

I dropped the car window slightly and heard Cane ask in a low voice, "Who do you work for?"

He was simultaneously holding a gun against the skull of a small leader.

The diminutive leader glanced at Atlas with cunning eyes, who was standing coldly by the side. "W-Who are you?"

"That's none of your business!" Cane frowned. "Tell me, who do you work for?"

"Volunteers!" The diminutive leader was still stubborn and gazed fixedly at Atlas.

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