Chapter 1191

Chapter 1191 The subordinates standing around all realized Luke couldn't take Kingsley's punches anymore, or he would die! Kingsley was like he got eyes on his back. A guy just moved his foot when Kingsley's sullen voice sounded, "Stand there! If anyone dares to come over, I will beat him as well!" The guys didn't dare to move anymore. They stood still. Kingsley yanked Luke at his collar and stared at him. His gaze was so sharp as if they were to pierce Luke. "Looks like today, we're going to get it over! One of us will die! It’s whether you or me! Terrific!" Just then, a guy walked over with a cell phone in his hand. Risking being punched by Kingsley, he handed the phone to Luke. Kingsley swung a punch at him and immediately, the guy fell to the ground. The others were intimidated. They didn't dare to move. On hearing what was said on the phone, Luke's face turned awful, his breathing became rapid, and he looked panicked. He bluntly wiped the blood off the corners of his mouth. Then he said his first words tonight, "Eileen and my son had a car accident. They are in the ICU right now. I must go. When they're okay, whatever you want to do to me is up to you!" "You have a conscience now?" Kingsley sneered, "Too late!" "My son is in the ICU. I don't know if he's still breathing. I have to go see him. As soon as I take care of things in the hospital, I'll come back!" It was difficult for Luke to speak. He kept coughing all the time. He had been hit too hard. His stomach and lungs ached severely when he coughed. "You're in a hurry? But I'm laid back. I have plenty of time. What do you say? Right now you're my favorite game. If you leave, what should I do to kill the time?" It was rare that Kingsley had a touch of evil on his face. Seeing Luke being extremely anxious, he was pleased. He was indifferent. There was such a dark side of him too. It just he never showed it before. Luke, however, could not waste time here. Holding on to a nearby tree, he managed to take a step. Immediately, he was kicked down to the ground by Kingsley again. The pain in his chest was so severe that he couldn't even breathe. Sipping the fishy sweet blood, Luke stood up again. Then bluntly, Kingsley kicked him again, and Luke was down again. Luke was lying on the ground with blood at the corners of his mouth. Kingsley was standing in front of him. The wind was blowing his coat. He looked grim and sullen. Luke was lying on the ground with his hands covering his chest. He couldn't get up. He crumpled up in agony. Luke really couldn't hold on. The guys could not bear to watch him. All of a sudden, a guy shouted, "Ms. Holmes' hand seems to have moved!" Immediately, the darkness in Kingsley's eyes cleared up a bit. Finally, he stopped his beat on Luke. He turned around and strode to Sherman. Gently, he placed Sherman on his lap and wiped the ashes from her face. While Kingsley was attending to Sherman, two guys slid over and quickly carried Luke into the car. The car sped away. A few seconds later, the car was out of sight. … Sherman felt cold, extremely cold. A freezing chill went through her body. Sherman crumpled up. She was in a deep disturbance. She saw flames and a wild blaze coming. Her shoes had caught fire, and her clothes were also on fire. Her whole body was on fire. It was hot and burning, and she was in agony. And just then, a low, tight, yet familiar voice sounded. It was like coming through the flames and went into her ears, "Sherman! Sherman! Wake up!" She felt her eyelids were heavy. It was hard to open her eyes. Struggling and holding herself together, Sharman opened her stinging, sore eyes.