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He needs immediate medical attention from a doctor to remove the bullet from his body and treat his wounds before he runs out of blood.

He really didn't expect this to happen to him. He had been in the Philippines for almost three days now, searching for what his cousin Samael had asked him to find.

He wants to return to Sicily as soon as possible because not only does he live there, but his businesses are also located there, and he needs to take care of the organization where he is one of the leaders.

Ilaria, his beautiful cousin, had run away from Samael's mansion in Sicily. She escaped, and due to their connections both inside and outside the country, they quickly learned which country Ilaria had gone to.

In the Philippines, Ilaria chose to hide from Samael. That's what they knew; Ilaria had run away from her boyfriend. She also ran to get away from her cousin Samael, who is also part of the Mafia.

But until now, they still haven't found the young woman because, apart from the vastness of the Philippines, it's really difficult to find someone who doesn't want to be found.

They used all their connections to find her, even offering a reward to anyone who could tell them where Ilaria was, but she was still nowhere to be found. They had no idea where she really was.

He was worried because Ilaria was the only female in their family, his only female cousin. He knows that Samael is just protecting her, especially since Ilaria's boyfriend can't be trusted. They wonder where she is hiding now and why they can't find her?

That's why Palermo is here.

He was chosen by Samael to find Ilaria because his cousin still had a lot to handle in Sicily. He will follow Palermo to the Philippines, but this is what he encountered: two gunshot wounds from the person who ambushed them.

He is getting weak and dying. And it's not just blood that will be drained from him, but also his breath if he isn't treated soon. His wounds are still bleeding.

Palermo briefly stopped walking; he noticed something unusual in their surroundings. Even though he was weak and sweating in the cold, his instincts remained sharp.

He noticed something. His men also stopped walking when they noticed him pause. He saw something in their surroundings; something was approaching their direction. And Palermo knew it was trouble.

"Someone's coming," he said seriously to his companions, immediately putting them on high alert.

He could also hear the footsteps approaching in their direction. The surroundings were misty, nightfall was approaching, and it seemed like rain was about to pour, making it difficult for him to see clearly. But his alertness remained intact in case the approaching danger was indeed hostile.

And he was not mistaken.

He quickly dodged when someone fired in their direction. Luckily, the bullet hit a large tree, so they were not hit.

He immediately looked to see who they were, the masked men who had ambushed them. He gripped his gun tightly in anger.

"Kill them! But save at least one so we can find out who ordered them to kill us!" Palermo ordered his men angrily.

They complied, quickly shooting at the enemies. Palermo showed no mercy, shooting an armed man who was about to shoot him. Fortunately, he shot the man in the neck, causing his blood to spray before he fell lifeless to the ground. He has no mercy; he kills those who want to shoot and kill him.

Gunshots were the only sound Palermo could hear amidst the forest, while birds scattered in the sky due to the loud gunshots.

Palermo exchanged fire with the enemies to save his own life. Despite the number of enemies and his own injuries, he managed to take down those who were attempting to kill them.

But he winced in pain every time his side wounds throbbed. He was weakening and growing colder, causing him to sit down and lean against a large tree while his men protected him.

"Don Palermo, please escape! We'll handle this!" He heard one of his men say, as they continued to fight off the enemies.

"Go, Don! You need to get to the hospital; you're turning pale!" another said.

He frowned, "What the hell? I will not leave all of you here!" he exclaimed in frustration.

They were his men, loyal comrades who were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect him. They were still alive, so he would never leave them. He wasn't heartless enough to abandon the men who had served him for years.

"Don Palermo, please don't be stubborn! It's better for you to escape than for all of us to die here! Can't you see there are so many of them compared to us?" one of his companions argued.

"We can handle this! You need to stay alive to find out who's behind this!" another of his men, one who was almost his age, added.

His men tried to force him to escape. They almost pushed him to leave. The men seemed determined to stay and confront their enemies.

Palermo's mind conflicted, and when he looked at the enemies, he saw that there were indeed more of them. He was sure they were after him, and he wouldn't allow himself to be killed by them.

"Don Palermo, please! Escape!"

His men were insistent. He let out a frustrated sigh. Although it went against his will, he agreed.

"You know where our hideout is, right? If you're still alive, go there in case you can get out of this damn place," he said, and his men just nodded.

Although reluctantly, Palermo stood before leaving the area without looking back. He almost ran to find the road.

His vision was also starting to blur. However, he still forced himself to walk, knowing he had to get away from this horrible place. The heavy rain was beginning to pour, adding to the chill he felt.

He didn't know how many minutes he had been walking, but he finally saw a road, giving him a glimmer of hope. He hurried his steps to reach it, and at last, he was standing on the concrete road.

He felt a slight relief. He also gained some confidence when he saw a car approaching. He quickly positioned his bloodied body in the middle of the road. He stood in the middle to block the approaching SUV. He pointed his gun at the car to intimidate the person inside. He needed that car to escape this nightmare, as he was sure his enemies were following him.

"Get out of the car if you don't want to die!" he yelled at the person inside.

He didn't care who was in the car; all he wanted was that vehicle to make his escape. He was sure that his enemies had tracked him down.

"Get out!" he shouted again when the driver didn't follow his command.

He raised his gun and fired it into the sky to frighten the person. He succeeded because the door on the driver's side quickly swung open. He saw two pairs of white sneakers as a woman got out of the car.

A very beautiful woman.

For a few seconds, he was stunned by surprise. He didn't care whether it was a man or a woman inside the car, but he didn't expect to see an incredibly beautiful young woman.

She was only up to her chest and was wearing a black jacket. She had long straight black hair, long eyelashes, brown eyes, a pointed nose, rosy lips, fair skin, and an attractive body.

In short, she was a goddess in his eyes.

"She's insanely beautiful!" he thought to himself.

"P-Please, don't kill me! I haven't had a boyfriend yet. I've still boyfriendless since birth!" the girl said fearfully.