Under the threat of gunpoint, the four officers reluctantly lowered their weapons one by one. They wanted to avenge their commander, but their own lives were even more important. This was Huangpu, and they had to consider other factors.

Samuel Moore said to William Clark, “Young man, let go of my goddaughter, and I’ll let you leave the Blue Moulin alive.” Leaving the Blue Moulin alive was the condition of exchange; as long as he hadn’t left the concession, hadn’t left Huangpu, it wouldn’t be hard for Samuel Moore to find someone.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of William Clark’s lips. He moved the muzzle of his gun under Grace Young’s neck, but then suddenly changed its direction. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Four shots in quick succession, and John Robinson’s four officers were all killed on the spot, each shot a headshot, without exception.

Even Logan Reed, who was merely a bystander, couldn’t help but gasp. He was both impressed by William Clark’s marksmanship and shocked by his cold-blooded ruthlessness.

Samuel Moore’s eight subordinates raised their guns and aimed at William Clark simultaneously. Samuel Moore glanced at the four corpses sprawled on the ground, but remained calm and said, “You go! Leave the person behind!”

William Clark stood his ground and said, “Have your driver start the car and wait for me at the back door!” Then he added, “Throw all your guns on the ground!”

Samuel Moore gave a signal with his eyes. The eight subordinates hesitated for a moment, but still threw their guns to the ground.

William Clark, holding onto Grace Young, said, “Miss Ye, I’ll trouble you to accompany me.”

Grace Young’s face was a bit pale, but her gaze remained steady. To be able to stay calm and not collapse in such a situation was already quite impressive. She said softly, “I don’t know who you are, but I know you’ll regret this!”

William Clark pressed the muzzle of his gun hard against her chin. “Move!”

Grace Young signaled to the side of the stage. At that moment, a strong beam of light shone on the two of them—the lighting technician had aimed a spotlight at them, and the intense light caused William Clark to be temporarily blinded. Grace Young twisted her body like a water snake, grabbed William Clark’s gun-wielding wrist, and forcefully twisted, trying to snatch his pistol. At the same time, her right leg kicked backward, striking Walter Clark in the face. But William Clark was strong, and his gun hand broke free from Grace Young’s grip.

A cold flash shot out, piercing the hem of Grace Young’s qipao, passing between her legs, through the back of the dress, and stabbing into William Clark’s right leg. William Clark gasped in pain, fired a shot to shatter the spotlight, and then, not daring to linger for even a moment, limped toward the backstage.

Samuel Moore’s eight subordinates picked up their guns from the ground, but by the time they reached the stage, William Clark’s figure had already disappeared.

Grace Young’s face was drained of color. She looked down at the hole in her qipao. When the flying knife brushed past her just now, she had clearly felt the biting cold, and the delicate skin on the inside of her thigh had broken out in goosebumps from the shock. Still shaken, she looked around, but couldn’t spot the person who had come to her aid.

Although Blind Jack was timid, he would never miss an opportunity he could seize. While everyone else was still in shock, he was the first to jump onto the stage, rushing to Grace Young’s side like the wind, panting, “Miss Ye, you… don’t be afraid… I… I’ll protect you…”

Grace Young frowned slightly. Although she hadn’t found the person who threw the knife, she could tell that the chubby man before her was definitely not the one who had helped her just now.

Logan Reed had still underestimated Blind Jack’s boldness when it came to women. Showing off his heroism to save the beauty at a time like this was tantamount to exposing himself to everyone’s attention. Compared to Blind Jack’s hormone-driven impulsiveness, Logan Reed had remained calm from start to finish. The reason he had thrown the knife to stop William Clark was because the latter’s methods were too cruel and cold-blooded—every shot was fatal. If William Clark hadn’t killed so many, Logan Reed would have preferred to stay out of it.

From Grace Young’s counterattack, it was clear that her martial arts were quite good. And after William Clark regained control of his gun hand, he didn’t shoot at Grace Young, even though there should have been three bullets left in the gun. Was it because William Clark was too busy escaping, or did he feel a pang of pity for her?

Samuel Moore’s earlier actions were calm and dignified, but on closer thought, his handling of the situation seemed somewhat lacking. For example, when he ordered his men to put down their guns, he was essentially putting his own life at William Clark’s mercy. And although William Clark killed John Robinson’s four subordinates, he didn’t harm Samuel Moore, which proved that Samuel Moore was not his target. But how could Samuel Moore be sure the killer wouldn’t harm him?

Grace Young ignored Blind Jack’s attempts to ingratiate himself and walked straight toward Samuel Moore. Blind Jack wanted to follow, but was blocked by two of Samuel Moore’s men. At this moment, the eight who had gone after William Clark also returned. They hadn’t caught up; after William Clark escaped out the back door, he got into a car waiting for him and sped away.

Samuel Moore’s face was gloomy. At this moment, the concession police finally arrived at the scene. After a brief questioning to rule out suspects, the audience was allowed to leave. No one was in the mood to watch any more performances, and they all hurried away.