The air in the chopper felt razor-thin.
Anthony gripped the binoculars, his knuckles turning white as he watched his girl desperately dismantling the bomb.
If she couldn't save them, she wouldn't leave.
"Give me a parachute!"
Anthony threw the binoculars aside and began fiercely strapping the gear onto his body.
"Boss..."
Under these circumstances, Hans didn't dare voice his objections.
Because he knew the truth.
Jumping down now meant Anthony would likely plummet straight into a fiery explosion.
But if he didn't go...
Making him watch his wife burn alive was a cruelty he couldn't survive either.
Perhaps.
Anthony would rather be with her, in life or in death.
"Listen closely," Anthony said, his voice terrifyingly calm and lucid as he fastened the buckles. "If we don't make it, apologize to both our families."
"As for the kids... when they're a little older, have Newell train them."
Although Newell was a nuisance who constantly prayed for their marital downfall so he could swoop in.
Ultimately, he was a phenomenal mentor.
With the kids in his care, Lottie would be at peace.
Hans's throat tightened painfully. He couldn't utter a single syllable.
Was his boss leaving his final will and testament?
Far below, amidst the chaos.
As if sensing his presence, Charlotte suddenly looked up toward the helicopter.
Though she couldn't see him, she knew Anthony was up there, watching her.
And she knew he wouldn't... blame her.
"Donald!"
Watching the seconds bleed away, Tansy was on the verge of a complete breakdown. "Pull her away!"
Thirty seconds left.
Donald grabbed Lottie, trying to pull her off, but the girl fought him with terrifying strength. She wouldn't budge.
Twenty seconds...
Ten seconds...
Ten...
Nine...
Seeing the time vanishing, Tansy summoned every ounce of her remaining strength, shoved Charlotte backward, and threw herself out of the cabin toward the water.
At almost the exact same second.
Anthony secured his chute and leaped out of the helicopter.
The fire was entirely out of control. It was physically impossible to get close.
Everyone felt a suffocating sense of dread...
Anyone trapped in that blast was either blown to pieces or incinerated alive.
The chances of survival were effectively zero.
They couldn't lose Anthony right after losing their leader.
What would happen to the young master and the little miss back home?
"Get the hell out of my way!"
Anthony shoved the guards aside, drew his gun, and snarled, "If you want to die, try and stop me."
In a fraction of a second.
No one dared to move. The men stepped back in terrified silence.
The fire crackled aggressively in the distance.
Anthony ripped off his heavy gear and sprinted straight into the ocean.
Before anyone could process his actions, he dove into the dark water.
"Boss!"
No one understood what had happened. They only knew he was throwing his life away on a hopeless endeavor.
Jackson, Adonis, and Hans scrambled out of their landed choppers.
Watching Anthony disappear into the raging sea, their faces were paler than ghosts.

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