Lucas's eyes were instantly full of regret.

But they had already been window shopping for nearly two hours, and the movie Charlotte and Amelia had gone to watch should have already ended. So it was indeed time to meet up with them.

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Although he and Cheyenne had only had a short two-hour date, it was the most relaxed and gleeful Lucas had ever been.

When the two of them returned to the entrance of the cinema, the movie happened to have ended, and Charlotte came out of the theater together with Amelia.

Amelia was still jumping up and down and talking to Charlotte about the movie they just watched. When she looked up and saw Lucas and Cheyenne standing nearby, she exclaimed in joy, "Daddy, Mommy!" She then pulled Charlotte along and dashed toward them.

As Lucas held Cheyenne's hand and looked at his lively and adorable daughter, his heart was brimming with joy. What more can I ask for in life?!

"Daddy, Mommy, too bad you didn't watch the movie with us! Mulan's parents were so loving, just like you and Daddy!"

While chatting happily with one another, they slowly made their way to the street together.

Suddenly, Lucas sensed several peculiar auras coming from behind them.

Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly.

These auras were not weak, and the people behind them had to be some major force or powerful family.

Lucas immediately thought of the Wallaces and the Kingstons from San Francisco.

After all, he had killed Liam Wallace, and just three hours ago, he had killed the killer sent by the Kingstons.

They definitely wouldn't give up just like that. Lucas was certain that they would continue to send more people to avenge them.

He didn't move and continued to stroll casually with Cheyenne, Charlotte, and Amelia as if he wasn't aware of their presence.

But two familiar figures suddenly appeared beside Lucas. After secretly nodding at him, they walked away like ordinary passersby.

They were none other than Wade and Stanley!

Wade was a famous underground boxing champion whom Lucas had instructed to protect Charlotte. And Stanley, as a former captain of the Falcon Regiment's assault team, was extremely strong and formidable. Lucas had summoned him back to Orange County to protect Cheyenne.

Thus, Wade and Stanley had actually been staying close to them during their outing today.

Now that Lucas noticed something obviously wrong, both Wade and Stanley, whose combat skills were far superior to that of ordinary experts, naturally also sensed that there were people tailing Lucas and his family.

At this time, it was almost 10 p.m. There were few pedestrians on the streets downtown now, and the streets were gradually becoming empty.

A killer tailing them tried to restrain his aura and hid behind a large garbage can outside a store.

While watching Lucas and the others, he tried to change his position again. But all of a sudden, a tall and lanky figure appeared in front of him, cornering him near the garbage can.

"Who are you?" the killer immediately shouted as his entire body instinctively entered a state of alert.

Without saying a word, Stanley slammed the side of his palm against the killer's face.

"Ah!"

Stanley was naturally merciless as he struck the killer with all his might. The killer shrieked in pain and covered his face with his hand. Bright red blood began to flow out of his nostrils, trickling down the rest of his face. Stanley had broken his nose bridge.

Seeing that the situation of their peer wasn't good, the other killers lurking nearby quickly came over to surround them. There were more than ten of them, each emitting a vicious and murderous aura.

Stanley sneered. Being a former captain of the Falcon Regiment, he had impressive combat skills that very few could rival, so he naturally didn't feel threatened by these so-called 'elite killers'.

Seeing the ten or so people approaching, the tall and brawny Wade, whose burly figure resembled a steel tower, suddenly appeared and coordinated well with Stanley to fight the killers.

They were both combat experts whose skills were several notches above that of so-called experts. Now that they were joining hands, the power of the punches and kicks they threw was even more explosive. Soon, they dominated the fight as they beat down these killers, causing them to shriek in pain. Before long, all of them collapsed and lay motionless on the ground.

Cheyenne could vaguely hear a few faint shrieks of horror from afar, and she couldn't help turning around to take a look worriedly.

"I… I think I heard sounds of… fighting?" Cheyenne said worriedly.

Lucas answered composedly, "It's probably the sound of the wind. Anyway, it's getting late now. Let's hurry up and take Amelia home!"

Looking at her delicate daughter, whose hand she was holding, Cheyenne immediately put these worried thoughts at the back of her mind. Since they were with Amelia now, there was no time to meddle with the affairs of others. It would be too silly to risk landing themselves in trouble and putting Amelia and Charlotte in danger.

Near the garbage can in the distance, Stanley walked toward the killer leading the group and stepped on his neck. He questioned in a deep voice, "Speak up. Who sent you? Why did you tail Mr. Gray?"

Only then did these killers realize that the two people in front of them were sent by the person they had been stalking! In other words, their actions had been exposed!

One of the killers next to him suddenly injected. His gaze was cold as he issued a threat. "Bastard, do you know who we work for? If you don't let us go, you will…"

Before the killer could finish speaking, Stanley swung his dagger and slashed the neck of the killer. The killer fell to the ground without making another sound. He placed his hand against the wound on his neck as blood gushed out. But in just a few seconds, he convulsed, and a large pool of blood formed under him.

This scene immediately made the pupils of the other killers constrict and their hearts pound violently. They were utterly stupefied.

The man in front of them had actually killed one of them without the slightest hesitation! Stanley's movements were swift, and he was resolute and merciless. Most importantly, Stanley was still keeping a straight face, as if he had just crushed a tiny ant. They realized that he seemed even better at killing people than them, even though they were seasoned, professional killers!

Fear and terror surged within them.

Even Wade, next to Stanley, looked at him in shock.

"I'll ask you one last time. Who sent you here? What were you planning to do to Mr. Gray?" Stanley stepped harder on the leader's body, causing the bones of his throat to creak and his eyes to roll backward.

By now, everyone was already scared out of their wits and frantically answered, "I'll say! We were sent by the Kingstons from San Francisco. To be precise, Henry Salve instructed us to come here and kidnap Mr. Gray before taking him back to the Wallaces' place!"

"The Kingstons? Henry Salve? Why do they want to kidnap Mr. Gray?" Stanley questioned with an icy cold gaze full of intensifying, murderous intent.