Just when she thought she might draw her last breath, a loud "bang" echoed.

Derek, who had been pressing down on her, suddenly rolled down the slope.

The rain poured heavily, and the wind howled like thunder.

Nicole noticed a man with short hair standing in the rain. He squinted through the downpour and said dismissively, "You can't even deal with a piece of trash, and you think you can challenge me?"

Jarrod's tone was cold and scornful. In his eyes, Nicole was like a tiny ant now. No matter how hard she fought, it seemed pointless.