The sounds of fighting were incessant, with muffled thuds of fists meeting flesh and the cold, sharp clangs of blades slicing through the air.
There were no gunshots, as avoiding guns was necessary for keeping the assassination unnoticed.
The melee and struggle drew closer to the room, with chaotic footsteps and pained screams echoing clearly in the darkness.
It seemed as if they would burst in at any moment.
However, Alexander Summers remained calm as he sat on the bed, holding his woman and comforting her, without even thinking about turning on the light.
Purple Summers knew then that he must have been prepared for this.
But even so, he shouldn't have been this composed! Alexander Summers was not a normal person; he didn't know fear at all!
——Bang!
During the fight, someone slammed into the door, causing Purple to shudder with fear! She had never encountered such a large-scale attack before, but because of Alexander, she was "lucky" enough to experience it twice!