Everyone Survived

Webber's gaze swept the area, and he quickly found the four rescued prostitutes amid the pools of blood and corpses.

Three of them supported one another, shivering, each bearing light injuries of varying severity.

Mia was in the worst condition. She had collapsed by the wall, the terrible wound at her left wrist still gushing blood. Her face was pale as gold paper, her breathing faint; clearly, from excessive blood loss and extreme fright, she had already fallen unconscious.

Two women beside her were gathered around her, weeping helplessly, believing she was certain to die.

"Take them! Back to the house from before! Hurry!" Webber made the decision on the spot, bending down and scooping the unconscious Mia up into his arms.

Her body was frighteningly light, and her icy temperature made Webber's heart sink. Tom and Jenny hurriedly helped the other three women, who were still badly shaken, to their feet.

The group did not dare linger for even a moment. Taking advantage of the gap while the Refugees were still fighting over the Sauron soldiers' heads and no one was paying attention to them for the time being, they followed the route in their memory, stumbling, dragging and pulling one another along, and ran desperately toward the two-story stone house where they had hidden earlier.

Fortunately, the chaos was mainly concentrated on those main roads and the alleys where fighting had broken out; the road they took back was relatively quiet.

Panting hard, they rushed back into the stone house. Webber was the last through the door and immediately used every ounce of strength he had to slam the battered wooden door shut!

Tom and Jenny frantically piled every heavy thing they could find inside—broken tables, rotten chairs, and the like—behind the door, blocking the entrance tightly.

"Quick!