At the entrance of the hotel, Abe lay in a pool of blood, his face deathly pale. His miserable cries grew faint, as he was bleeding out on the cold hard ground.
I looked at him with concern and said to Alexander, "Let's go to the hospital as soon as possible. We'll delay this meeting. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid he won't make it. Look... he can barely speak."
Alexander's eyes twitched. After a brief silence, he said, "Thank you for your concern! You two, take him to the hospital at once!"
Immediately after, two of the Jones family's bodyguards emerged from the crowd and carefully placed Abe into a car and sped off toward the hospital.
At last, the tense, chilling atmosphere had begun to let up. The surrounding people pasted smiles on their faces and walked toward me.
"Sir Gael
