He Has a Knife

Suddenly, the Fifth also turned around and lunged at Dylan.

Dylan was prepared, drawing out his military knife and swiftly slashing behind him.

The leader of the group never expected Dylan to be armed. 

Caught off guard, he was stabbed in the thigh and let out a howl of pain, stumbling backward.

Startled, the Fifth attempted to retreat, but before he could react, Dylan kicked him, sending him flying and leaving him unable to get up from the ground!

"Be careful, he has a knife!"

The wounded leader shouted loudly from inside the room.

Without hesitation, Dylan approached and struck the leader's other leg with his knife.

"Ahh!" the leader screamed in agony.

"Come out, all of you!" Dylan shouted into the room.

There was a commotion inside, and then two men dragged a woman to the door.

The woman was Dorothy, with a broken bottle held against her neck by the man referred to as the Second.

Dorothy was astonished to see Dylan.

How did he end up here?

"We have Dorothy in our hands. Drop your knife, or I'll kill her!" the Second threatened harshly.

But Dylan couldn't be intimidated by them. He sneered, "You've got it all wrong. You should be the ones releasing Dorothy, or else I'll kill him!" He pressed his knife against the leader's neck.

The Second and the Third were taken aback. How did they end up being threatened instead?

"Don't think we won't act!" the Second said, trying to apply pressure with the broken bottle, nicking Dorothy's neck slightly to coerce Dylan into submission.

Dylan became furious. Without hesitation, he stabbed the leader's leg again. "Don't push me, I'm not holding back!"

The leader, now in agony from the second wound, gritted his teeth and said to the Second and Third, "Are you trying to get me killed? Let the woman go!"

Feeling helpless, the Second could only say, "Fine, we'll release her, but you have to let go of my big brother first!"

Dylan shook his head, remaining silent. He lifted his knife, preparing to stab the leader's leg again.

"Alright, alright, let him go!"

The Second and Third were becoming anxious. This guy was ruthless, ready to act at the slightest provocation.

"Dorothy, go downstairs! I'll handle this!" Dylan shouted to Dorothy.

Dorothy looked deeply at Dylan. She didn't understand why he came to rescue her. They had only met twice before. But regardless, she felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards him. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be here now...She dared not dwell on it further. With her clothes tattered and torn, she could only shiver as she walked towards Dylan.

At that moment, Alberta also hurried up the stairs, wielding a Magic Heaven Sword in her hand. She had heard the commotion downstairs and quickly retrieved the sword from their car before rushing back.

"Alberta, watch Dorothy . Give her a coat," Dylan said, gesturing towards Dorothy's exposed skin.

Alberta hurriedly took off her own coat and wrapped it around Dorothy. Fortunately, she was wearing thick clothing, so losing one coat wasn't a big deal.

"All right, we've released the people. Can you release our big brother now?" the Second said.

Dylan smiled. "

Don't rush. I still need to take something from you guys."

With that, he grabbed the left hand of the leader.

"Do you see the time on your arms? Here, keep half an hour for yourselves, and transfer the rest to me through telepathy!"

The group was baffled, subconsciously glancing at their arms. They still didn't understand what was going on.

"What... What is this..." the leader stuttered.

"Don't ask so many questions, just do it," Dylan impatiently replied.

The leader was reluctant, but even though he didn't understand what the time represented, he felt it must be important for Dylan to demand it specifically.

"You little punk, don't push us, or I'll fight you to the end!" the Third threatened when Dylan didn't release their brother.

Dylan immediately pulled out his gun and shot each of the Second and Third in the legs. 

They cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

Everyone except Alberta was stunned by the gunshot.

The Second and Third felt especially aggrieved.

 If Dylan had shown the gun earlier, they could have transferred the time to him sooner.

"Can we do it like this now?" Dylan asked coldly.

The leader didn't dare to hesitate. 

He quickly complied, efficiently transferring the time.

Then, Dylan walked over to the Second and Third and extended his left hand.

Without further ado, they endured the pain and transferred their time to Dylan.

Approaching the Fifth, who had been knocked unconscious, Dylan kicked him and said, "Stop pretending. I know you're awake. Hurry up and do it!"

When Dylan fired the gun earlier, he had seen the Fifth twitch on the ground. Now he was just feigning unconsciousness.

After collecting the time from the Fifth, Dylan entered the room and found another injured man sitting in the corner. 

On the sofa lay a half-naked female attendant.

Approaching the man, Dylan checked him over. 

Due to excessive blood loss and hypothermia, he had already passed away.

Dylan sighed, feeling regretful.

 He then approached the female attendant and checked her pulse. 

She was already cold to the touch.Dylan shook his head and stepped out.

"Dorothy, the waitress inside is dead!" 

Dorothy sighed and nodded, "I know, thank you for saving me!"

Dylan smiled, "Just returning the favor! Let's go!"

"Wait!" Dorothy suddenly exclaimed, looking at the groaning thugs on the ground, her eyes filled with hatred, "Give me a chance to kill these bastards with my own hands, or I won't have peace of mind!"

Dylan wanted to say they wouldn't live much longer anyway. But if Dorothy wanted to exact revenge herself, he'd let her.

Handing Dorothy the sword from Alberta's hand, Dorothy advanced with the blade while Dylan followed with his gun.

The boss: "Boss Dorothy , spare me, I know I was wrong, I..."

Dorothy didn't give him a chance to finish his words. With a swift motion, she beheaded the boss.

Dorothy was stunned, "This sword is so fast!"

Dylan was also taken aback, "This woman is ruthless!"

The remaining three thugs, seeing this scene, crawled away in fear, begging for mercy incessantly.

Dorothy remained unmoved; these men almost defiled her and killed two of waitres. 

If she didn't kill them, she couldn't ease her heart's resentment.

With a swift motion, she killed them all.

Even the already dead fourth thug didn't escape Dorothy's retaliation; his lower body was mutilated!

Dorothy covered the waitress's body with a blanket and then took another mattress downstairs to cover the body in the restroom.

It was then that Dylan realized there was another body on the ground floor.

Dorothy had been unlucky enough to encounter such a group of thugs.

After finishing these tasks, Dorothy returned the sword to Dylan, gratefully saying, "Though I am a woman, I know I must repay kindness with gratitude! You are my savior, from now on, my life, Dorothy's life, belongs to you!"

Dylan took the sword, nodded, and said, "Alright, let's go, back home!"

Of course, Dylan loaded all the remaining alcohol in the hotel onto the van; this stuff couldn't go to waste!

Dorothy walked out of the hotel door, reluctant to look at the hotel she had started with her own hands. Finally, without looking back, she got into Dylan's van.

...

In the van, Dorothy had changed into thick clothes, covering her snow-white legs.

She gazed out of the window at the chaotic streets, crashed cars littered the road without anyone clearing them, frozen bodies could be seen on the roadside frequently. It was much worse than she had imagined.