Chapter 887

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"Never!"

"So, the two girls are in there!"

Fabian grabbed Mr. Smith by the shoulder, forcefully shoving him aside before kicking open the door.

But the room was empty and silent.

Then why was Mr. Smith trying to stop him? A sense of unease settled in Fabian's gut. Something was definitely not right.

With that thought, he spun around and grabbed Mr. Smith by the collar. "Tell me, what kind of trick are you pulling?!"

Just then, a piercing scream came from outside.

"Fabian! Help me!"

Fabian's face changed. He let go of Mr. Smith and rushed out the door. The next thing he saw was Jay sprawled on the concrete yard, a curved sickle embedded in his right thigh. The blade was buried halfway in, nearly piercing clean through.

Jay! Fabian lunged forward, reaching out several times but hesitating each time his eyes fell on the sickle.

Blood quickly soaked through Jay's fleece-lined jeans, spreading into a dark stain on the deep blue fabric.

"Jay, are you okay?! I'll call a car to take you to the hospital right now!"

"Don't..."

Jay gripped Fabian's arm and slowly looked up. His facial muscles twitched in pain as he glared at Scales, who stood a short distance away, and behind him... Roseanne, Mamie, and Gail, who were peeking out from the side of the house.

"Fabian, I can hold on! Before we go to the hospital, you have to make them pay for this!" he growled. "And those two girls, I saw them filming with their phones. We can't let them send that video out!"

Fabian paused. ... Alright. You tend to your wound first, stop the bleeding." He pulled out his phone and drated a number "Malloy brother's in some trouble. I need to borrow a few of your guys."

Sensing danger, Scales immediately tried to lead Roseanne and the others away. Carlson also quickly urged his parents to move.

But Fabian wasn't about to let them leave so easily. He cracked his neck and his knuckles popped loudly. "You think you can just stab my brother and walk away? Life isn't that easy."

"He ran into it himself. Who's to blame for that?" Scales retorted.

"You've got a lot of nerve, kid!"

"Thanks for the compliment."

Fabian laughed, a humorless, angry sound. He wasn't sure if the kid was brave or just suicidally foolish. "I was hoping we could all just sign the contract peacefully today and be done with it. But some people don't appreciate a gentle approach, and now they've stabbed my brother. Fine. In that case, nobody's leaving!"

"Whether we leave or not isn't up to you. Move," Scales said, positioning himself in front of the others.

Mamie stared at him, momentarily stunned. For the first time, she thought Scales wasn't just handsome, but incredibly brave.

Seeing the Standoff, Carlson handed

his mother over to his father, grabbed a nearby hoe, and stood beside Scales "We can't wait any

longer, we have to go now rabian catted for backup."

Scales nodded. Although Fabian was aggressive, Jay was now injured and couldn't even stand, completely out of the fight. There was no way Fabian could stop both Scales and Carlson on his own.

Just as they managed to corner Fabian and were about to make their escape, a group of thuggish-looking young men suddenly surrounded the Smith house. There were at least five or six of them.

Carlson's face paled. They're here!

It had been less than five minutes since Fabian's call. For them to arrive so quickly, they had to be from the village.

Fabian scrambled to his feet, furious. "Disarm them!" he ordered. "Grab them!"