176. Saved

Gray Stewart turned to her side and stared at her phone this time instead of the ceiling.

“The pendant, though,” she lethargically uttered. “It really did save me back then.” The thought brought her to a long sigh. “Undertaker almost had me when he shot my chest.” Before she knew it, her right hand was clutching on her chest where she could still feel the excruciating feeling of having a near-death experience. And once again, her head was back at that rotten factory.

This was the time when failing her one chance at an escape due to Undertaker’s keen eyes, she was once again surrounded by the four. And unlike the previously unfair 4 to 1 fight, she was now armed. She pulled the knife that Undertaker planted on the wall and used it to defend herself. With her desperate actions to evade their attacks, they were now standing on the center aisle. On the other hand, Undertaker had brought one chair to the door and sat quietly, spectating the fight.

When Gray took a quick glance at the door,