The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day

Chapter 912: It’s Okay If He’s Dead

The other man hadn’t expected that Summer Monroe, a seemingly delicate girl, would actually have some skills. He immediately stopped underestimating her, pulled out a knife from his coat, and charged at Summer with force.

Summer was just about to make a move when two shadowy figures suddenly appeared, tripping the man with a sweeping kick.

"Ah—" A scream accompanied as the man dropped the knife on the ground, his face pinned down by a small foot.

But the force of that foot was terrifyingly strong, and the man felt as if a layer of skin was scraped off his face.

Summer looked in shock at the two who suddenly appeared, and after recognizing them, her expression relaxed slightly.

"Cece, Bella."

"Miss Monroe." Cece nodded slightly, kicked the knife on the ground away to make sure the man couldn’t retrieve it, and then looked up to ask Summer, "Are you hurt?"

Summer shook her head, "No."

Seeing that Summer had helpers, the other man immediately scrambled to his feet.

However, this man pulled out a handgun from his coat, directly aiming it at Bella, who was closest to him.

"Bella! Get down!"

Summer shouted, and Bella immediately ducked, just as a bullet whizzed by two centimeters from her back.

"You’re courting death!" Summer’s face turned cold as she rushed forward, kicking swiftly at the man’s wrist before he could react.

The man couldn’t handle the force, and the gun flew from his hand.

The next second, Summer emotionlessly grabbed the man’s wrist, forcefully lifting him, and with a swift movement, flipped him over her shoulder.

"Thud—" A dull sound echoed as the man’s body hit the ground.

The next moment, Summer mercilessly stepped on the man’s back.

She didn’t just randomly step; she targeted a pressure point.

The point was inherently fragile, needing just a bit of force to cause permanent paralysis.

Summer’s action was fast and ruthless. A cracking sound was heard, and the man rolled his eyes up before passing out completely.

She was someone who fiercely protected her own.

If you provoke her, she can endure it for a moment, but if you provoke someone around her, she cannot and will not endure it.

After ensuring the man wouldn’t wake up again, Summer stepped towards the man under Bella’s foot, grabbed his collar, her eyes icy like sharp blades, and asked in a cold voice, "Tell me, who sent you? Do you have any other accomplices?"

The man had witnessed Summer’s actions the whole time; her speed was beyond what they could handle, coupled with her precise attack moves... even he, a professional assassin, couldn’t match them.

He was terrified, his face pale, stammering, "W-Who exactly are you..."

"You’re not in a position to ask questions. Who sent you, speak!"

The man gave Summer a deep look, then resolutely bit his teeth.

Summer immediately sensed something wrong and quickly moved to lift the man’s jaw.

But she was a second too slow; blood foamed from the man’s mouth as he collapsed to the ground, body convulsing.

In a moment, the man no longer moved.

Cece stepped forward, flicked his breath, and then shook his head at Summer, "He’s gone."

Summer’s eyebrows knitted slowly as she looked up across the street.

Only to see a black business car speeding away.

Cece hurriedly moved to chase after it, but Summer immediately tugged on Cece’s sleeve and said, "We can’t catch it. I got the license plate number; go and check that car."

"Understood." Cece nodded, then walked over to the man whose back Summer had stepped on, glancing back at Summer, "It’s fine if that one died. There’s still this one."