Bailey got into the Cadillac and found that it was not just Alvin, but a man sitting in the compartment.

"Miss Bailey, hello." The young man greeted her with a smile.

The voice was so familiar that Bailey realized it was the man who had told her to be more careful before the game and to call a stop if necessary.

"Let me introduce myself first. I'm from the Special Forces unit of the Ascalia Military District. Just call me Troy."

Just then, a shrill whistle broke the stillness of the night. An ambulance sped up here, and as soon as the door opened, several doctors in white coats, carrying stretchers, rushed into the fierce club.

It wasn't long before the steel block was seen lying on the stretcher with a bruised face and was carried into the ambulance by the doctors. Then, as soon as it appeared, the car honked and rushed out of sight in the blink of an eye.

"He still has the same temper and the same tactics." Troy heaved a sigh. Just now in the club, when Henry showed up, he knew that the steel block was going to be tough.

Henry is the kind of man who never shows mercy in taking revenge. If Carl offended him, he would retaliate against Carl. If the steel block dared to act against Bailey, then Henry would surely repay it twice as much.

"He's always been like this, never changing his nature." Alvin knew, of course, that the person Troy was referring to was Henry.

Bailey didn't understand what kind of riddles Troy and Alvin were playing, but she saw that the injuries of the steel block were quite serious, probably not dying, but probably unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life.

And not long after the steel block was carried away, Henry got into the carriage.

With a sullen face and arched eyebrows, he asked Troy, "I asked you to keep an eye on Bailey, not just to report the situation, but also to ensure her safety. Why didn't you rush onto the ring to save her just now?"

If Henry hadn't arrived in time and saved Bailey, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Troy knew Henry was angry and his face was flushed. "Report to Sir Henry, the situation changed so fast that I didn't have time to react. By the time I wanted to go to Miss Bailey too, you had already taken action."

"Good-for-nothing. Henry's eyes shone like those of a wild Wolf, with coldness and sharpness. "As a special forces soldier, you have to adapt to any situation, not fear sacrifice, and complete the tasks assigned by your superiors. In this situation, you start to panic. Then what about in the battlefield of bullets and shells, the time of dismantling bombs, the place of sniping and assassination? You don't have time to react and are so flustered?"

As if all the blood had gushed to his cheeks, Troy's ears and neck turned red. He lowered his head, said nothing, and silently endured Henry's admonition to him.

"He knows he was wrong. So don't scold him." Bailey felt sorry for Troy, a young man who looked like he had just graduated from college and was still very inexperienced.

"Keep your mouth shut when I'm training soldiers. You're not without trouble. I'll settle accounts with you later." Henry is domineering and stern, with a sharp edge and bone-chilling coldness in his words.

"Get off now and run back to the special Forces unit yourself. In addition, you are punished to be closed for ten days and write a deep self-criticism and hand it in."

Troy, upon hearing Henry's words, got out of the car obediently, raised his arms, and ran along with a rhythm of one two one two.

"It's your turn now." Henry turned his gaze to Bailey at this moment.

His dark, abyss-like eyes seemed to have some kind of magic that could absorb a person's courage and soul. Bailey looked at Henry, not knowing what to say.

She had always thought that Henry only had a gentle and joking side, and now she knew that when he appeared before his men as a soldier, he was so irresistible, dignified and terrifying, and his face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

"What's my turn? You want me to go down and run too?" Bailey opened the door and, to be honest, she would rather run home like Troy than sit facing Henry, who seemed to be possessed by the King of Hell at this moment.

Henry, who was much faster than Bailey, pulled her hand aside and roughly closed the door. "Alvin, drive."

The car moved very smoothly, but Bailey's heart was in a state of restlessness.

Henry reached out and grabbed Bailey's hand.

"It hurts so much." Bailey found that although Henry was not in good health on ordinary days, when he was anxious or angry, it was quite forceful.

"He deserved it." Henry took out a bottle of black ointment, rolled up Bailey's sleeve and applied it to the bruise.

Although his mouth was a bit sharp, his movements were still gentle, which made him somewhat like the usual Henry, gentle and refined, considerate and meticulous.

"Are you not angry anymore?" Bailey had a little hope in his heart that it was time for the weather to brighten up. .

"No, I'm not angry. I'm even angrier than before." Henry put the ointment back in its place, and the harshness on his face didn't subside.

He had just scolded Paula for recharging her IQ, but now it seems that his wife is actually a person with a negative IQ. She had never known about the high rate of injury and fatality in the fight, just to fight for the pride of a poor man, to pay back the 300,000 dollars and come to fight for the prize money. When Troy passed on to him the news that Bailey was on stage, Henry realized that no wonder she was bruised and battered. Bailey's three-legged female self-defense skills, that is, scaring the hooligans, standing in front of professional-level fighters, she was a human sandbag. Henry wished he could fly to the Fierce club at once and drag this silly girl off the arena.

But Henry settled down and analyzed it. He had already found out last time that Carl was the mastermind behind the mighty club. Anyway, he would teach Carl a lesson sooner or later, so he might as well kill two birds with one stone and take the mighty club down.

Henry has been redeploying troops, so it's a bit of a delay. By the time he got there, he had just witnessed the moment she was thrown into the air, God knew his heart had stopped beating.

There was no time to react, and almost instinctively, Henry dived to save Bailey. It was not until he was sure Bailey was safe and sound in his arms that Henry felt his heart come back to life and beat again.