Chapter 1837

Minutes later, the lab was in disarray, with flasks and equipment strewn about, but Moss and Melon were nowhere to be found.
Thats impossible, one of the bodyguards said in dismay.
Ive been on guard at the entrance the entire time.
They didnt come down.
Meanwhile, another bodyguard peered out the window and yelled, Damn it, theyve escaped! The lead bodyguard quickly moved to the window to assess the situation after hearing the shout.
Indeed, Moss was sprinting towards an abandoned coastal port, carrying Melon.
What should we do now, boss? asked someone nearby.
Dont worry; Ive got this, the head bodyguard said, signaling for everyone to stay calm.
He then leaned out the window and called out, Moss, Zayden has been treating you well.
Stop messing around and come back inside.
The head bodyguard reflected on how Zayden had been generously accommodating Moss with fine food and drink. Believing that Moss was still cooperating with Zayden and unaware of the external chaos, he assumed Moss merely wanted a brief escapade.
So, he casually invited Moss back, hoping to lure him into a trap.
However, things didnt unfold as he had hoped.
Moss, seemingly aware of the deception, kept running without pausing, even boldly gesturing with his middle finger.
Damn it, you old fool, muttered the head bodyguard.
He then turned to his subordinates.
Everyone, go after them! Since Zayden is in danger, these two dont deserve to Live! The team quickly descended the stairs, splitting up to pursue Moss and Melon.
They fired their guns carelessly at any sign of Moss and Melon, intent on killing them both.
As they ran, Moss clutched Melon tightly, the wind snatching the boys hat away while bullets flew perilously close.
Melon, unaccustomed to such peril, turned deathly pale and shivered uncontroLlably.
Moss decided he wouldnt comply any longer.
He had been planning to leave the island for some time.
Although the surroundings were picturesque, he didnt want to stay here forever.
He had been biding his time, waiting for the right moment, originally planning to depart the day after tomorrow.
However, with his and Melons lives now in immediate danger, he had to accelerate their escape.
Regrettably, this meant leaving behind some valuable herbs in the lab.
Before firing, Moss looked down at Melon and commanded sternly, Keep your head down.
Dont raise it unless I tell you to.
Melon, acting on instinct, buried his face in Moss chest like an ostrich.
From this position, Melon heard the gunfire from Moss and the pained cries of several bodyguards.
Even without looking, he could tell Moss had hit his targets. Though securely held by Moss, Melon was petrified.
He clenched his teeth, his eyes watering, yet he remained still and silent, not wanting to distract Moss.
The bodyguards, dressed in their patterned shirts, were taken aback by Moss unexpected shooting skills.
They had always regarded him as just a smart old man, not someone capable of such a confrontation.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
Enraged, the lead bodyguard charged forward, determined to confront Moss and Melon directly.
Five minutes later, he caught up with Moss, but as he aimed, his gun clicked empty.
The bodyguard stared in disbelief at his weapon, realizing it had run out of ammunition.
Moss also discovered his gun was empty.
He swiftly retrieved a fire bomb and a smoke shell from his bag.