“How about this? Let's talk face to face. Come here. Alone! If you gather a team, she dies. If you go to the authorities, she dies. If you don't come, she dies,” the person threatened.

Wesley's heart hurt at the thought of Blair suffering, but his voice was as calm as ever.

"She's not my woman, but she's innocent. Just let her go. If she's hurt, then there will be nowhere on earth you can hide from me. I will find you and I will kill you."

The other person laughed viciously.

"Too late. Her bare feet are full of broken glass now. Blood's everywhere. God, what a mess!"

“Where are you?" Wesley clenched his teeth.

After hanging up, Wesley dialed a number and talked to the person on the other end briefly. Then he took off his hospital gown and put on his fatigues. Fortunately, his men had brought him all new togs, as his old ones were bloody and torn beyond repair. Before he left, he called

Blair's phone, but it went straight to voicemail. Her phone was off, or the battery was dead. It didn't matter which at this point.

Wesley followed their directions, and found himself at an old and lonely house. The place needed love, because what paint it had worn away, and rot had blackened some of the timbers. Two men were guarding the door; they were apparently unarmed. Upon seeing Wesley, one of them yelled, "That's far enough! I'm going to pat you down."

Blair came to for just a moment, and in her pained state saw a familiar figure at the door. Just like when she had encountered the torrential flood on the South Mountain, the superhero in her heart came to her rescue again.

They were frisking him, trying to determine if he had any weapons. When they were satisfied, the guy patting him down gestured to his buddy.

His companion closed on Wesley, as the other guy aimed a right cross at the soldier, who blocked it instinctively. Weapons or no, Wesley was a force to be reckoned with.

This was the first time that Blair had seen Wesley fighting, at least for real. Weakened as he was from the coma and his injuries, he was still deadly. He charged one, and smashed him into the door frame. The thug collapsed in pain. The other gangster saw his chance, as Wesley's back was to him. But Wesley simply aimed a spinning backfist at him, and it hit the man full in the face. At this point, both men were knocked senseless.

The soldier, having dispatched the immediate threat, looked around. He saw Blair sitting on the floor, Leaning against the wall, eyes shut.

She had been at the hospital not long before, safe and sound. But now, her face was deathly pale because she had Lost much blood.

Her usual fair and smooth feet were now covered with blood. The floor before her was littered with blood-stained broken glass.

What was worse, her arms were limp at her sides. They must have done something to her!

Wesley instantly flared up, his face as red as fired brick. Even his eyes were red as if he were going to explode. Fighting the urge to go to check on her, he shouted, "Show yourselves!" His yell echoed through the empty house.

Soon, more than ten men appeared from all directions, each of them holding a weapon. Given the sorry state of the house, some of them literally came out of the woodwork. Walls with holes and missing beams gave lots of angles for attack.

Blair slowly opened her eyes again; she wanted to call out his name, but she had no strength left.

‘I was so useless, ' she thought. The two men had easily caught up to her and taken her here. That was when she realized the SD card must be really important, and she also found out what Lengths these thugs would go to in order to get it.

They kept asking her where the SD card was, but she refused to answer.

They hit her, and did something even more terrible.

They pricked her fingers with needles, but she still didn't give in.

Then they forced her to walk on the broken glass. But she just refused to disclose the information. The thugs had no choice but to call Wesley and threaten him with her life.