"Who sent you?" Alexander asked, giving Trevor a quick look as hey on the ground. When Trevor didn''t answer, Alexander squatted down, twirling a knife in his hand.


    This wasn''t just any knife-it was a handmade beauty, with a handle carved like a piece of art, a narrow, straight de that looked sharp enough to shave with. A real killer''s tool. "Robbery!" Trevor blurted out, but he didn''t sound too sure of himself.


    Alexander sneered, "Robbery? Really?"


    Just then, Sean burst in, eyes wide at the sight of Trevor on the floor.


    "Mr. Kennedy, you okay?" Sean asked, sounding worried.


    Alexander stood up, tossing the knife to Sean. "He says he came to rob us. Does he look like a robber to you?"


    Sean frowned, squatted down next to Trevor, grabbed his hand, and checked it out. Then he pressed the knife to Trevor''s neck.


    "Robbery, huh? So why are your thumb and index finger so callused? How long you been at this?"


    Trevor''s face twisted, but he stuck to his story. "I got those from farm work."


    "Then why''s your left hand smooth?" Sean shot back.


    Trevor was stumped.


    Seeing Trevor mming up, Sean pressed the knife harder. "Spill it. Who sent you? Or I''ll end you right here."


    Trevor''s eyes darted around, and he stammered, "I''ll talk! Just don''t kill me!"


    "Then talk!" Sean barked.


    Trevor''s eyes shifted, and out of nowhere, he pulled another knife, shing at Sean''s neck.


    Sean jumped back, falling to the ground. By the time he got his bearings, Trevor was already up. Instead of running, Trevor knocked over a flower pot, making a loud crash.


    Alexander''s eyes narrowed as he nced at the door. He could hear footsteps pounding up the stairs.


    Sean caught on quick. He grabbed Trevor, dragged him to the door, opened it, and rushed to the stairway. Sure enough, four or five guys were charging up. Sean threw Trevor down the stairs, sending the whole group tumbling. Sean ran back to the bedroom. "A bunch of guys areing for us!"


    Alexander stayed cool, staring at the bedroom door, thinking about who could''ve sent them.Text content ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Sean urged, "We don''t know if more areing. We gotta get out of here."


    "Let''s take care of them first," Alexander said coldly.


    No way out until they dealt with these goons. Sean gripped the knife tight, opened the door, and charged out.


    Alexander was right behind him.


    Buddy and Liberty were the first to jump into the fray, chasing after Sean. Seeing Sean fighting, they barked and leaped into the mix.


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    Buddy bit one guy''s calf, making him scream in pain.


    With the dogs helping, Sean had the upper hand and soon had the attackers on the ground.


    "Retreat!" one of them shouted, and the assassins bolted, vanishing in seconds.


    By the time Sean and Buddy chased after them, the group was already on their horses, riding off.


    Alexander squinted, watching them disappear into the night.


    Sean said, "Mr. Kennedy, let''s get outta here. They mighte back with more guys."


    Sean was worried they''d be outnumbered next time.


    "No, we keep heading west. If the assassins are here, Walter can''t be far," Alexander said firmly. Sean''s eyes widened. "Walter? These are Walter''s men?"