Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1135

Chapter 1135: Everything went blank.

"Third Brother, I think you should run. I’ll distract them." Benjamin’s eyes shone with determination, not a trace of hesitation in them. He nodded at Slater before setting his gaze on the men before them, taking deep breaths.

Was Benjamin scared? He was. However, he also knew that if trouble arose, at least one of them could get out and call for help. Hugo and Mint were still around the area. If Slater could get to them, Benjamin’s survival was guaranteed. Not to mention, Zoren and Mark were also nearby.

Benjamin repeated to himself that it would be fine.

Balling his hands into tight fists, Benjamin was about to leap at the men in front of them. But before he could, Slater jumped in and tackled one of them.

"Go!" Slater yelled. "Ben, go!"

Surprised, Benjamin jolted as he saw what had just happened. For a second, his feet froze in place until he saw one of the men take a step, only to be kicked by Slater.

"I said go!" Slater roared as he tried to hold off the men.

"Uh..." For a second, Benjamin’s brain went blank. But seeing that Slater was fighting the men and had managed to steal one of their weapons, his body obeyed the command.

Without thinking, Benjamin ran for his life. His mind was still blank, but he kept moving, knowing he needed to call for help. When he thought he was far enough, he looked back and saw Slater still fighting the men.

There were six of them against one.

Yet, when Benjamin looked back, he saw that three of them were already on the ground while Slater was fighting the other three. Even though Slater was still outnumbered, Benjamin could see that Slater was holding his own.

"Still," he muttered, clenching his teeth, about to run again, even though it seemed Slater didn’t need help. But just as he resumed, another group suddenly emerged from a short alley on the side, halting Benjamin in his tracks.

This time, one of them was holding a pistol.

Benjamin’s breath hitched as he felt the muzzle pressed against his forehead. All he could hear was the laughter and music from this small pub not far away from them.

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"Ugh..." Slater slammed the last man to the ground, panting for air as he gazed at the men lying unconscious. He hadn’t killed them, only incapacitated them. Yet his heart was racing, and his body was shaking.

That should do it, right?

"Ben," he whispered, turning around to go after Benjamin since the latter didn’t need to call for help anymore. But the moment he looked back, he froze.

Approaching him was Benjamin, hands raised on either side of him. Behind him were three men, one of them holding Benjamin at gunpoint.

"Third Brother..." Benjamin whimpered apologetically. "I’m sorry..."

Slater’s shoulders sagged as he exhaled heavily. "It’s okay." He looked at Benjamin, then shifted his gaze to the men behind him. He raised his hands in surrender, knowing that no matter how fast he was, he was not faster than a handgun.