Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 655: Chapter 655: Goddess Fan Club_1

Purple Summers’s strike completely turned the tide of the battle.

The advantage the enemy had was nothing more than the surprise of a preemptive attack, followed by using heavy fire to prevent Gavin Graves from getting help. What they didn’t anticipate was that, at such a critical moment, someone would use a rocket launcher to destroy all their ammunition and weapons!

With the enemy’s formation in disarray, Gavin Graves and Roy Howard, who had been suppressed until then, certainly didn’t miss the golden opportunity Purple Summers created, and quickly subdued them completely.

The scene was a mess. Tables and chairs were riddled with holes, while shattered bottles were scattered everywhere.

Lester Williams was leading the effort to clear the aftermath.

Roy Howard had brought more than thirty bodyguards today, many of whom had died.

He came over to greet Gavin Graves and asked, “Where did the rocket launcher come from?”

Gavin Graves glanced upstairs, “I bought it last year for show, a German-made Tekken 3 60mm rocket launcher, with a maximum effective range of 500 meters, equipped with an optical scope, and an infrared display for night fighting.”

His voice paused slightly, as he looked towards Alexander Summers with a smile that was not quite a smile, “As far as I know, nobody up there should know how to use this thing.”

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Not far away, Gerald Graves ran out from the building, almost dancing with excitement.

“You’re okay, that’s great!” Seeing that Gavin Graves was unharmed, Gerald’s emotions surged even higher, “Ms. Summers saved us just now! You should have seen her firing, it was incredibly cool! Ms. Summers has saved me once again!”

After the kidnapping incident, to have the fortune of not dying young at the age of 21 during his birthday party, Gerald’s admiration for Purple Summers soared to new heights!

Gavin Graves exchanged glances with Roy Howard, each with their own thoughts.

By now the gunfire had ceased, and guests braver than the rest gradually emerged from the building.

Violet Nelson, teetering on high heels, followed behind the crowd—

The daughter of luxury had never suffered like this. Today’s experience completely overturned Violet Nelson’s impression of Clearwater. Beneath the facade of beauty hid terrifying local serpents, engaged in insane slaughter!

Too terrifying!

She wanted to return to Kingsley immediately, never to set foot in this nightmarish city again!

Stepping out of the grand entrance of the first floor, she saw the bloody corpses strewn on the ground, a shocking sight.

Violet Nelson saw the dead from such a close distance for the first time.

Her body swayed, and she nearly fainted.

“…Be careful!” Carson Graves said beside her.

Violet felt incredibly weak, as the smell of gunpowder in the air made her want to vomit. She leaned slightly, trying to use Carson’s shoulder for support, but stumbled and missed her step.

Carson Graves swiftly moved to the front, eagerly kicking away the shards of broken glass in front of Purple Summers. He turned back with a sycophantic smile, “Ms. Summers, please be careful not to step on these…”

The other wealthy young men followed suit, jostling to clear the broken-legged chairs, punctured tables, and shattered bottles from the path, all vying to make way for their goddess.

Violet Nelson was dumbfounded.

The flower guardians who once circled her had all gone to shower Purple Summers with attention, leaving Violet Nelson so infuriated she could vomit blood!

Why?! Why did Purple Summers steal the spotlight from her?!

Violet Nelson was left at the back of the crowd, ignored. Her rage grew, and her gaze was as sharp as a sword, wishing she could pierce Purple Summers through!

She had never experienced such humiliation in her life!

But Purple Summers had no time to concern herself with the hostility behind her; her whole focus was on Alexander.

Alexander Summers and Gavin Graves stood together, looking toward her from afar.

The distance was neither too close nor too far, about thirty meters. If not for the crowd watching, Purple Summers would have liked to run to him and throw herself into his arms.

She walked forward, holding up her long dress, trying to maintain grace. Yet her disordered, hurried steps betrayed her anxious heart.

Alexander Summers walked towards her with a smile to meet her.

Purple Summers was conflicted—whether to walk over like a lady or to run over passionately… She was truly in a hurry.

Unwittingly, she saw a dying man on the ground, raising his gun.

Purple Summers’s face went white in an instant.

“Watch out!” she shouted.