"I won't be killed."
Lincoln smiled at her and then began to fight with the men with iron bars.
"If we still don't leave, none of us could leave. Just go get reinforcements," Simon said.
Although it sounded heartless, what he said made sense.
Zayla was prepared to send Simon to a safe zone first.
She drove the motorcycle and sped on the road.
She was going to the other side to get reinforcements.
Zayla thought, Lincoln, you can't die.
She had no time to see what he had given her, but she held it tightly in her hand.
Normally, it would take twenty minutes for Zayla to get to the other end of the town, but Zayla went there in ten minutes.
Her cry for help attracted the attention of many locals and tourists.
These people were kind-hearted.
Zayla did not have time to say more and handed Simon over to them.
"Where are you going?" Simon held Zayla's hand.