Chapter 945 Miles, if you want a life, why not shoot me?
When Miles announced he was going to perform a sacrificial ritual, Brady helped Violet to her feet and looked at him, saying, "Miles, if you need a life, why not take mine?"
"Mr. Hall is really a hero." Miles sneered.
His fingers began to toy with the trigger of the gun.
As he aimed the gun at Brady, Violet urgently summoned all her strength and shouted, "Brady!"
How could he do this again?
Was he going to sacrifice himself heroically once more? Violet was so anxious that she was on the verge of tears, her eyes welling up with tears as she clutched his arm tightly. As she grabbed him, she realized his arm was covered in blood.
The blood had dried, sticking to his arm.
The trail of blood formed a dry river down his arm.
Seeing this, Violet's tears began to flow, "Brady! Why are you bleeding?"
Brady glanced down at her, gently wiping away her tears with his fingers, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"How can you be fine?" Violet was desperate to shield him from the bullet.
"I said I'm fine, and I mean it." Brady finished, gently pulling her into his embrace, "Honey, when have I ever failed?"
Violet knew he was capable, but they were in Miles' hands now!
Miles had the gun pointed at him.
How could he be so calm, not worried at all?
"Mr. Hall, have you made up your mind?" Miles watched their tender moment, his eyes darkening.
His voice turned cold.
"I've made up my mind." Brady calculated the time and looked at him.
Just then, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the sacrificial site, accompanied by a somewhat hoarse voice, "Miles, stop!"
Everyone turned to look towards the entrance.
In the flickering firelight, an elderly man, leaning on a cane, slowly walked in.
As he walked in, none of the surrounding subordinates dared to stop him.
They let him walk in.
He stopped at the base of the stone, looking at the iron cages on either side, and sighed when he saw the girl still lying inside.
Since Reuben's death, he hadn't been here for many years.
Today, he had no choice but to return, and seeing the man standing on the rock with bloodthirsty eyes, the old man couldn't help but sigh again. He was indeed from the Reuben family.
Although Reuben was dead, Miles had inherited all his strengths.
Under his leadership, this base would undoubtedly thrive.
But today's sacrificial ritual could not proceed.
"Miles, let Julie go." The old man collected his thoughts, took a deep breath, and went straight to the point.
Miles looked at him, his murderous gaze replaced by respect, "Jesse, why are you here?"
The old man, Jesse Turner, had been his uncle Reuben's most trusted advisor and confidant.
After Reuben was killed, Jesse had retired.
Miles had wanted to ask him to come out of retirement to help, but Jesse had refused.
He hadn't expected Jesse to come out personally after all these years.
"I'm here for Julie," Jesse continued, "Miles, let them go."
Miles frowned, puzzled, grinding his teeth slightly, "Jesse, do you know how my uncle Reuben died?"
Jesse knew all too well. Reuben had died a gruesome death, but despite the tragedy, he had lost a son. Now, with only his daughter left, he couldn't let anything happen to her.
"I know, but there are things you don't know. I'm here today to tell you everything."
"What do you want to say, Jesse?" Miles hesitated for a moment, then chose to lower the gun and listen to Jesse's explanation.
"You can't kill Julie because she is your uncle's daughter and your sister," Jesse said, looking at Miles and then at Julie lying in the cage.
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