Tom's vision blurred instantly, and his ears rang loudly. He could barely make meaning of Ariana's words.

Ariana managed to fend off the person in front of her and, from the corner of her eye, spotted someone with a knife approaching Tom from behind. She shouted in alarm and rushed to shove Tom out of harm's way.

The sharp blade of the knife sliced into Ariana's arm, leaving a deep gash that started bleeding seriously.

She suppressed a cry of pain, her legs giving way, and she sank to the floor on her knees.

Tom spun around, his blurred vision gradually clearing. He saw Ariana's arm bleeding, which ignited a surge of anger within him.

Disregarding his own dizziness, he charged at the attackers and knocked two of them down.

Driven by fury and paying no heed to techniques, Tom fought with a relentless intensity, keeping the assailants at bay. Meanwhile, Ariana, clutching her wounded arm, managed to rise to her feet.

Tom's wild and uncontrolled assault momentarily left the attackers powerless. They had planned to wait for his energy to wane, but the sudden wail of police sirens from outside caught them off guard.

"The cops are on their way!" someone yelled, and the group of thugs cursed in frustration. They had chosen this remote location as a safe hideout, far from any service area. They didn't expect the police to arrive so quickly.

Fearing capture, they exchanged anxious glances, swiftly dispersed, and fled the scene.

As their attackers fled, Ariana and Tom finally breathed a sigh of relief. Exhausted, they both sank to the floor, leaning against each other for support.

Just then, footsteps approached from outside. Ariana raised her head and saw a tall figure outlined against the backlight.

It was Mitchel.

Mitchel arrived at the scene in a hurry, immediately spotting Ariana.

Concerned, he rushed over to check on both of them.

Upon seeing blood flowing from Ariana's arm, his usually calm demeanor became clouded with emotion. While he was typically reserved, the tension in his forehead suggested the agitation he felt inside.

Without uttering a word, Mitchel carefully lifted Ariana, who was bleeding heavily from her arm. Ariana was startled and protested, “Wait, it's just my arm that's hurt. My legs are okay. I can walk."

Mitchel cast a brief look at her and then eased his hold, allowing her to stand.

The moment Ariana set foot on the floor, she made an effort to rise, but her legs faltered, compelling her to kneel.

Her physical strength had dwindled due to the long ordeal and lack of food.