The other bodyguards intensified their assault on Bonnie.
Despite his pain, Andreas yelled aggressively at the bodyguards when he saw Bonnie struggling. “Your target is me! Come at me if you dare! Leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this!”
Upon hearing this, the lead bodyguard sneered coldly. “Prince Andreas, even if she has nothing to do with this, she’s involved now. She knows what we’ve done. If we let her go, she might expose us. It’s safer to eliminate both of you, and it’s less trouble.”
“You… you…” Andreas began, but the pain from his wound made him gasp sharply.
Hearing Andreas’s pained cry, Bonnie frowned. “I have my way to handle them. You need to stop talking.”
Before Andreas could respond, the lead bodyguard laughed mockingly. “Ha! Handle us? I’d like to see how you plan to do that!” With that, he joined the attack on Bonnie.
Now exhausted, Bonnie relied on her skills to fend them off. However, even the best skills couldn’t handle so many attackers.
As she grew increasingly weary, the lead bodyguard saw his chance. He lunged at her and aimed the dagger at her chest. Bonnie’s eyes widened in alarm as she barely dodged the attack. “You’re courting death!” she hissed.
The lead bodyguard laughed again. “Why don’t you understand who’s actually courting death here!” he sneered. “Finish her off!” he ordered the other bodyguards.
Just as the bodyguards were about to attack Bonnie, the sound of helicopter rotors filled the air.
They were intimidated by the sight of dozens of helicopters hovering overhead. Fearing for his life, the lead bodyguard cried out, “Her reinforcements are here! Run, quickly!”
But before they could get away, a terrifying yet calm voice called out to them, “Run? Where do you think you’re going?”
Turning toward the voice, they saw a tall, muscular man in a camouflage uniform, exuding an aura of strength and authority. He was accompanied by dozens of soldiers who blocked all escape routes.
The lead bodyguard’s eyes widened in shock as he recognized the man’s face from foreign headlines.
“Y-You’re Jim, the King of Combat?!”
“At least you have some sense,” Jim replied coldly. He glanced at the soldiers beside him and commanded, “Capture them and take them away.”
“Yes, sir!” the soldiers responded, swiftly subduing the bodyguards who struggled futilely.
Jim approached Bonnie and asked with concern, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Bonnie replied. She then looked over at Andreas. “But he’s in bad shape. He was stabbed while protecting me. We need to get him to a doctor immediately.”
“Got it. I’ll carry him,” Jim responded and effortlessly lifted Andreas onto his back as if he were a child.
Andreas, still conscious, looked back and forth between Bonnie and Jim. As he watched, a realization dawned on him.
He recalled the information he had
learned in Pyralis: the legendary King of Combat was the personal bodyguard of the renowned scientist, Ms. Bonita. Wherever Ms. Bonita went, Jim followed.
Now that Andreas saw Jim here with so many soldiers, he realized that they had arrived because they had seen Bonnie’s signal flare.
