Chapter 323: Chapter 323 Coma
Connor moved silently in the dark, flipping in mid-air and kicking Alexander Parker far away.
The grass was marked by a long trail from Alexander Parker’s body. He stood up amidst the dust, seemingly oblivious to pain, and the blood at the corner of his mouth didn’t stop him from kicking at Connor’s vital point.
The battle was fierce and brutal; Harry Hunter covered Isabella Weaver’s eyes to prevent her from watching.
His voice was severely hoarse: "Are you hurt?"
"I’m fine! How about you?"
Isabella Weaver anxiously wanted to remove his clothes to check but was afraid of accidentally touching his wound, so she dared not move: "The one who hurt you is Austin Winters! He surely has a huge secret behind him; he isn’t an ordinary person!"
"I know, currently investigating him."
"So where exactly are you hurt? Let me see!"
Harry Hunter laughed softly: "There are so many people here, are you sure you want me to take off my clothing for you to see?"
Isabella Weaver was terribly anxious: "At a time like this, you still have the mood to joke!"
"Doesn’t this just prove that I’m fine?"
Isabella Weaver didn’t believe him. She pulled away the hand covering her eyes and tugged at Harry Hunter’s coat.
He was dressed in black, and at night, nothing could be seen clearly!
Harry Hunter managed to smile, intended to carry her horizontally into the car, but suddenly fell.
Isabella Weaver screamed in terror: "Harry Hunter!"
She reached out to support him, her palm grew warm, and when she raised it to look, it was covered with blood!
"Connor!"
Her sharp scream echoed through the open field: "Stop fighting! Get Harry Hunter to the hospital!"
Connor immediately turned around, saw Harry Hunter unconscious in Isabella Weaver’s arms, quickly picked him up, and rushed towards the car.
Alexander Parker spit blood as he crawled up from the ground, watching the car drive away; his handsome face remained expressionless.
Harry Hunter’s men were still battling his, but his men were not only outnumbered but were of lesser quality, having been hastily recruited. They couldn’t compare with Harry Hunter’s well-trained subordinates.
The disparity in strength was exposed thoroughly once more.
He needed strength!
He had wasted too much time being idle before!
His previous opponents were not as strong, so he never considered fully arming himself!
His men soon admitted defeat.
Circle after circle of black-clad figures silently surrounded him, wave after wave of attacks following in succession.
In the darkness, he vented all his emotions, black-clad figures fell one after another. He seemed tireless.
He didn’t know how much time had passed; everyone in the field was down, only he stood upright.
His light green shirt was stained red, indistinguishable whether it was his blood or someone else’s.
He took a step forward, intending to drive but staggered and fell due to extreme exhaustion.
He struggled to get up, but after multiple attempts, he couldn’t stand.
Whether due to excessive bleeding or too many hits, his arms and legs had lost sensation.
Suddenly, footsteps could be heard, someone was approaching him step by step.
Alexander Parker laboriously raised his head to see a familiar, annoying face: "Get lost!"
Austin Winters picked him up horizontally, smiling gently and innocently: "You sure like to show off. You’re almost out of blood but still refuse my help."
"I told you to get lost, didn’t you hear?"
"Why are you so light? You’re too thin."
"I will kill you!"
"Don’t get agitated; excitement accelerates blood loss, and the hospital is quite far from here!"
"Get lost! Why didn’t you come out when I was fighting just now!"
"Do you think I’m stupid? Stepping in would have meant getting beaten; my ribs still hurt from last time after Harry Hunter beat me, so I definitely won’t take a beating for you again."