"Daddy! No!"
Bertha Marley suddenly rushed out of the crowd, standing in the target area with her arms open wide, appearing fearless of death, "Go ahead and shoot! You might as well kill me!"
However.
She was the Princess of this country, who dared to shoot her?
In an instant, those sharpshooters, all at the ready and aiming, dared not pull the trigger.
It was in this short moment of hesitation.
The car that drifted out quickly vanished from their sight, leaving two long tire marks on the pristine snowfield...
"Bertha... Ah..."
Vermes Marley sighed deeply, filled with disappointment towards his daughter, "Letting Julian Johnsons escape is like letting a tiger back into the mountain, our future plans are now riddled with obstacles..."
"No, Daddy, trust me, I'll return to A City and surely tame Master Johnson, that big tiger for you."
