Awakening the War God

Chapter 138 The Inferno Seniors

"Dr. Louis, I'm putting my trust in you one last time. You have to save Zoe, or you'll be dead, and I mean every word."

Gabriel shut his eyes tightly, giving in.

No matter what, he needed to secure more time for Zoe.

At this moment, Dr. Louis was his only hope.

"I promise with my life that I'll do everything in my power to save Zoe! In a way, this is about saving myself too!"

Dr. Louis's tone shifted, firm and resolute.

Indeed, this was his chance at redemption.

Only Zoe's survival would give him some solace.

Without wasting any more time, he joined forces with a nurse and wheeled Zoe away.

"You sons of bitches who dared to steal Zoe's heart, I swear I'll tear you limb from limb!"

Gabriel's eyes blazed with anger, and his murderous intent was palpable.

He clenched his fists and stormed out of the ward.

The elevator was too slow; he took the stairs, descending floor by floor with a few jumps.

In no time, he reached the ground floor.

Pulling out his phone, he called Santos.

"Hey? Gabriel, is everything sorted on your end? The Blood Scripture has gone missing!"

Santos answered, sounding frustrated.

The Blood Scripture had disappeared exactly at the time scheduled by the Mysterious Thief Robin Hood, vanishing into thin air.

But at this moment, Gabriel couldn't care less about the Blood Scripture.

He was on edge, his voice cold and tense. "Santos, I'm sorry, but I really don't have time for that right now! I need you to do one thing-impose a complete flight ban at the airport, ground all planes. I'm searching for two individuals!"

If those two bald men in robes had obtained the heart, they might very well try to escape by plane.

The heart was unique, and flying was the quickest and safest way to transport it.

Even though it had been quite some time since they acquired the heart, if Gabriel could reach the airport in time, there was a chance they hadn't left yet.

He knew the odds were against him, but he had to try.

Only by retrieving the heart could he save Zoe.

Santos let out a deep sigh. "Gabriel, even though I'm a senator, my authority doesn't extend that far. Ordering a complete flight ban at the airport is a major undertaking."

"Here's the deal: tell me who you're looking for, and I'll do my best to get the airport authorities to assist in locating them!"

Gabriel frowned, knowing this matter was beyond Santos's jurisdiction.

After taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he replied, "They're two bald men in robes. I don't have specific information about their identities, but they should be carrying a temperature-controlled box. Inside that box is a heart."

"Alright, stay tuned for updates!" Santos hung up the phone.

As the call ended, Gabriel took a deep breath.

He silently prayed, hoping to recover the heart.

Zoe couldn't die!

In front of the hospital's outpatient building, three ambulances were parked.

He approached them and shattered the driver's side window with his elbow.

Unlocking the car from the inside, he hopped in. After a brief moment, the engine roared to life.

Just as he was about to speed away, the passenger door on the co-driver's side swung open. He turned to see Blind John had jumped in, his tone grave as he said, "I'm coming with you!"

In that instant, Gabriel noticed something different about Blind John compared to before.

Without much thought or objection, he pressed the accelerator, setting the ambulance in motion, sirens blaring.

The wailing siren cleared their path as they raced down the airport expressway.

About ten minutes later, while speeding along the airport expressway, Gabriel received a call from Santos.

"Gabriel, looks like we've located the people you're after. Those two bald men are planning to fly to Royalfield Island, scheduled to depart at two o'clock. They're currently going through the boarding process. I've arranged for someone to wait for you at the C2 entrance of Terminal 2. They'll take you inside," Santos reported.

"Thanks!"

Gabriel hung up the phone, stepping even harder on the gas pedal.

Three minutes later, he arrived at the airport and parked the ambulance right at the C2 entrance of Terminal 2.

A uniformed middle-aged man named Mark Thomas greeted him. "Mr. Gabriel, right? Mr. Adams asked me to escort you inside the airport."

"Thanks!" Gabriel nodded, his face displaying anxiety. "I'm racing against the clock here. Please get me to that plane!"

Given the time, he should be able to make it, maybe even intercept those two bald men right before they boarded the plane.

Mark led the way, and Gabriel followed. They entered the airport through a staff passageway, significantly speeding up their progress. The plane bound for Royalfield Island was parked far away from the terminal, requiring passengers to take a shuttle bus.

As they hurried through the airport, Gabriel grew increasingly certain that he could catch up to them, possibly even prevent them from boarding. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Following Mark, he breezed through the airport, soon boarding an airport shuttle that would take them directly to the plane.

Gabriel spotted the two bald men in robes waiting in line with other passengers.

"You two scoundrels, I've finally caught up with you!"

As soon as the shuttle stopped, Gabriel rushed forward and stood in front of the two men.

His gaze was sharp, and his voice was icy. "You stole someone's heart and just walked away like it was nothing?"

Several airport staff members looked at Gabriel with surprise, ready to approach and inquire, but Mark stopped them.

Both elderly men were slim, dressed in robes and black shoes.

Their aura revealed that they were seasoned martial artists who had been concealing their true abilities.

And they possessed exceptional extraordinary.

Eagle-eyed Senior, one of the two, stared at Gabriel for a long moment before speaking, "Interesting. You've managed to find us here."

The other, Square-faced Senior, appeared impatient. He spoke disdainfully, "Kid, even if you've tracked us down, what can you do? Hurry up and leave, or you'll spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair!"

Gabriel's eyes turned crimson, and he could no longer hold back his anger.

Square-faced Senior's words had pushed him over the edge.

Just as he was about to strike, Blind John also approached and sneered, "Who would've thought it was you two pseudo-monks? I never imagined that you'd end up as lackeys for someone else!"

"Drunkard?" Square-faced Senior was astonished to see Blind John, and Eagle-eyed Senior was equally surprised.

"Quite interesting," said the Eagle-eyed senior. "It seems that you, Drunkard, who disappeared from the martial world many years ago, have hidden yourself in Silverwood. How intriguing."

In that moment, Gabriel was bewildered.

What was going on?

Did Blind John know these two bald men?

It seemed that according to the bald men, Blind John was not an ordinary person and was also a martial artist.

Blind John, departing from his usual beggar-like appearance, now exuded an air of dominance. He snorted, saying, "Quillon, Caius! I won't dwell on the past grudges between us. Hand over the heart, or you won't be leaving today. I, Drunkard, have always been a man of my word!"

In the face of this threat, Eagle-eyed Quillon let out a hearty laugh. "So interesting. If that's the case, today, we brothers will see just how powerful the legendary Drunkard truly is!"

Square-faced Caius also chuckled. "If we kill you, the name of the two of us, the Inferno Seniors, will undoubtedly become renowned!"