The Consortium's Heir

Chapter 112 Bang! A gunshot sound echoed in the car park, and a split second later, a bodyguard fell to the ground and lay motionless.

He was dead.

Tyrell‘s eyes widened in surprise when he saw the body of the murdered bodyguard. He was certain that the bullet was intended for him, but he was pushed away at the last second by Darius, resulting in the bodyguard taking the bullet in his place.

Tyrell‘s eyes clouded over in grief at the bodyguard‘s dead body, before rage seeped into them. The gunshot was a lethal one, as the bullet pierced his bodyguard‘s heart, killing him on the spot.

Whoever the shooter was intended to end his life immediately, and not give him a chance to survive even with the help of world class medical specialists. There was no way he was going to let such a person go scot free.

“Go after him!” Tyrell yelled furiously and pointed at the direction the gunshot came from. If looks could kill, Darius was sure that the shooter would be six feet under already. “Do not let him escape! Bring him back to me, alive or dead!” Tyrell roared loudly. He didn‘t care if the shooter was brought to him dead or alive; all he wanted was justice for his murdered bodyguard. Eight bodyguards immediately rushed towards the direction the gunshot came from, leaving the two bodyguards behind. “Why are you two not going after the shooter?!” Tyrell asked the two bodyguards that were left behind angrily.

the shadows, we will be unable to protect you.” The first bodyguard

Besides, the eight of them would be able to capture the shooter, and our

being left alone by the bodyguards, incase another shooter was still lurking in the dark. If that happened, he wouldn‘t be able to defend

that Darius was the one who saved his life at the last moment by pushing him away; so he was very grateful to Darius. He was about to speak again, but Darius interrupted him. “The shooter has

you mean, Mr. Reid?” Tyrell asked; his voice laced with confusion

bewilderment. However, some seconds later, the eight bodyguards returned with looks of dejections and frustration on their faces. “Where is the shooter?” Tyrell asked, frowning slightly. “We lost him.” A bodyguard

had already returned to Tyrell‘s side. As he drove, the only thing on his mind

he felt that the shooter must have really wanted him dead, as he had the audacity to shoot at him in broad daylight. If he didn‘t sense the incoming danger a split second earlier, Tyrell would have really lost his life. Moreover, Darius could vaguely feel that after the shooter was unsuccessful in his murder attempt, he instantly

that the bodyguards would be unable to capture

that the changes in his body were now more profound than they were the previous day.