Sheryn was so terrified she clutched her head and hid in a corner, not daring to make a sound.

Tyler had been able to fend them off for a while with his skills, but no matter how good he was, one man couldn’t take on so many at once. Before long, Tyler began to run out of strength. Someone sneaked up from behind and struck him with a club, knocking him to the ground. He dropped to one knee, and his entire body trembled. Sweat broke out on his forehead.

For the first time, Sheryn saw Tyler fighting so desperately for a woman. She clenched her jaw hard, feeling both worried and jealous. Rachel had managed to bring Tyler down from his pedestal. God only knew what good deeds this woman had done in her past life to have so many men willing to fight to the death over her in this one.

Soon, Tyler couldn’t hold out anymore. He was beaten down onto his stomach, and at some point, someone had hit his head with a club again. Blood oozed out, trickling down his temple in bright red drops.

In the end, Sheryn couldn’t stand it anymore. She rushed forward and shoved the men away. “Stop hitting him! If you keep going, you’re going to kill him!”

The men just stood there and watched coldly. “As long as you don’t go inside, we won’t touch you. But if you insist on going in, don’t blame us for getting rough!”

The message was clear. If Tyler pushed forward, his life would be on the line.

Tyler’s expression didn’t change. His eyes still held that razor-sharp gleam, exactly as they had from the start.

Sheryn just couldn’t understand what was so special about Rachel that she was worth this golden boy risking his life to save her. In her heart, she kept urging Howard to hurry up inside. As long as he managed to get what he wanted from Rachel, even if Tyler stormed in, it would be too late.

Tyler might not care that Rachel was divorced or that she had been with William before, but Sheryn was certain that no man could stomach watching the woman he liked being humiliated right in front of him.

“Ahhhhh…!”

Another scream from Rachel echoed from inside.

The moment Tyler heard it, he froze. Ignoring his injuries, he charged forward like a madman.

The men hadn’t expected him to throw his life away like this. They couldn’t stop him at all, and if someone really died here, they’d be in just as much trouble. After all, this man wasn’t some ordinary guy. He was Tyler Hunt! In Yurelia City, he had a lot of power—they were no match for him.

At the same time, they didn’t dare provoke Howard either. When Howard lost it, he was just as dangerous, and he could make sure they couldn’t survive in Yurelia City.

Someone spoke up. “This won’t work. The guy’s too stubborn. We need another plan.”

“Go for his legs. We’ve got no choice. If this keeps up, we can’t hold him.”

“Fine.”

One of them took the chance when Tyler wasn’t looking, swung a club, and struck his knee hard. The pain was so intense that Tyler collapsed to the ground.

Now, he was covered in injuries. His shirt was rumpled, and blood streamed down his forehead. Even his usually well-styled hair was a mess.

Clenching his jaw, Tyler dragged his leg forward and crawled toward the factory. His face had gone pale, and his lips were completely drained of color.

Just then, a piercing police siren rang out. Several private cars also pulled up, completely blocking the entrance.

Police officers jumped out and raised their guns at the men.

“Hands up!”

“Everybody, down on the ground!”

The thugs glanced at each other, then tossed their clubs to the floor.

Yale got out of one of the cars. When he saw Tyler lying on the ground, his expression changed instantly. “Mr. Hunt!”

Tyler was clearly about to collapse. His gaze stayed fixed ahead. His deep voice was trembling, “S–Save her.”

Only then did Yale realize Rachel had to be inside. He and the police ran forward and broke down the door.