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Douglas's voice carried a sense of helplessness and exhaustion as he leaned against the cold wall, closing his eyes, seemingly worn out by the series of events. He fumbled in his pocket for a bracelet, lightly pressed it, and projected his payment information onto the wall through a faint light, which appeared particularly glaring.
"Sigh... Alright, hurry up and pay, then leave this place," his voice was almost a whisper, followed by, "This time... I might need to rest behind closed doors for several days. Be careful and keep a low profile. After what you've done, other factions will definitely be keeping an eye on you." Douglas's words carried concern and warning, seemingly caring for the safety of these young people.
Jim, Sarah, and Emily looked at each other, each seeing a hint of determination in the others' eyes. They knew that what Douglas had said was true. While their current action had resolved the immediate trouble, it undoubtedly pushed them into a more dangerous situation. In this slum full of hidden currents, every struggle could trigger a chain reaction, so they had to act with even more caution.
The payment was made in the heavy atmosphere, and each input of numbers seemed to remind them of the heavy cost of this victory. After receiving the payment, Douglas simply nodded lightly without saying much. The relationship between them had long surpassed the boundaries of money.
When Douglas received the payment, he looked at Jim, Sarah, and Emily with a hint of worry in his eyes. "I will contact you about the young man's situation. Maybe you should come back in a few days." His voice was full of concern, seemingly holding some hope for Leo's fate.
The three nodded silently, Douglas's words adding a weight to their hearts. This young man had spared no effort for them and for justice. The bond between them had transcended ordinary relationships and become even deeper.
At that moment, a rushing car sound broke the tranquility outside the clinic. The hearts of the four people suddenly jumped, and the nerves that had just relaxed tightened again. Jim silently reached for the empty magazine in his pocket and found that the gun had no ammunition. Just as Douglas had warned them about the gang's influence, Jim couldn't help but worry if another bloody storm was about to come.
Douglas held his head in frustration as he sat on a worn-out chair, his voice filled with exhaustion and defeat, "Damn it... What's going on today..." His voice was low, as if the troubles of the day had exceeded his imagination.
Jim leaned against the door of the clinic, his eyes firm, his muscles tense, ready to fight at any moment. Even though he knew he was out of ammunition, his will did not waver, but instead grew stronger. His figure was like an impregnable fortress, protecting everyone in the clinic.
Sarah and Emily were also unarmed, but they stood on either side of Douglas, their eyes revealing an indomitable determination. They both knew that in the face of unknown danger, only unity could offer hope of survival. Even unarmed, they were ready to protect the old man who had once saved their lives, and each other.
Jim's ear pressed against the cold door, the footsteps outside were clearly audible, one after another, with a rhythmic and yet hesitant pace. His heart raced with each approaching step, each beat feeling like a hammer striking his chest, tension and unease intertwining into an invisible anxiety. However, what puzzled him was that the footsteps seemed to belong to only one person.
Turning to Sarah and Emily, Jim conveyed the situation outside with his eyes and simple gestures, his movements cautious, attempting to make them understand that despite the unknown circumstances, they must be prepared for a possible conflict. Sarah and Emily understood Jim's intent, their bodies tensing up as well. Though they were unarmed, their eyes shimmered with an unyielding determination.
The atmosphere in the clinic was heavy, and the four people almost held their breath, with only the sound of footsteps outside continuing, each step testing their patience and courage. Jim clenched his fists, his body like a drawn bow, ready to shoot at any moment. At this moment, everyone in the clinic was mentally prepared for the unknown event about to happen, with the determination to fight burning in their hearts.
The footsteps outside finally stopped, seemingly right at the door. Jim's muscles tensed, ready to strike, when suddenly the person outside vigorously pounded on the clinic door and said, "Hey! You bastards, what are you doing, taking so long?" Everyone finally relaxed, and Jim couldn't help but laugh softly. The sudden sound from outside broke the tense atmosphere. It turned out to be a familiar voice, Alex's. His voice, coming through the heavy door, carried a hint of annoyance and helplessness, expressing dissatisfaction with this group of "bastards" for delaying until now. Upon hearing Alex's voice, the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated, and the four people's moods returned from the edge of the cliff to a safe zone.
Jim's body slowly relaxed, and the tense and prepared posture disappeared without a trace. A relieved smile appeared on his face. Then, he gently pushed open the door and saw Alex standing outside with a displeased expression, unable to help but mutter softly. He lightly taunted with a playful tone, "Damn... idiot, Alex." But there was no malice in these words, only a deep reliance and gratitude for this old friend who suddenly appeared and broke the deadlock.
Sarah and Emily heard this familiar and somewhat amusing voice, couldn't help but smile at each other, and all their nervousness completely dissipated. Alex stood at the door innocently looking at them, "What are you all doing? You were fine when you called in the early morning, why does everyone look like they've seen a ghost now?"
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