However, Alec felt he owed his life to Jarrod, and since Jarrod had not given up on him, he felt he couldn't give up either. "Please proceed," he said, resolved.

Jarrod handed Alec a quick-drying towel to bite on for the pain and then carefully located the spot Roscoe had indicated earlier.

After adjusting the position, Jarrod looked to Roscoe for final affirmation. As the only medical expert present, Roscoe's approval was crucial.

Roscoe rechecked the site, touching it once more and nodding in approval.

Jarrod was a man of remarkable courage. Even in such dire circumstances, he maintained his composure. He made a precise incision into Alec's arm.

Alec's expression twisted in agony, sweat beading heavily on his forehead, his face draining of color until it was ashen. Despite the excruciating pain, he remained stoically silent, enduring the ordeal without a sound.

Jarrod's response was devoid of unnecessary sentimentality. Decisive and swift action was necessary. Any delay would only prolong Alec's suffering. He exerted his full strength and neatly cut off Alec's arm.

"Ah!" As Alec's right arm came apart, he couldn't suppress a muffled scream. His face was drenched, blurred with either sweat or tears.

From that moment, he knew he would never again be whole.

As the arm was removed, blood surged from the wound. There was scant medicine available to stem the bleeding, and Jarrod used what little they had on Alec's stump.

With no other options and his own clothes already in tatters, Jarrod quickly tore off the bodyguard's suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around Alec's wound.

However, the makeshift bandage was quickly saturated, the blood staining the ground beneath them a deep red.

Jarrod's expression turned into a deep frown as he glanced upward, searching for any sign of the helicopter. He also directed the other two men to find better reception to signal for help. They waited for what felt like an eternity, though it was only about a minute.

Nicole, observing silently, felt a torment of her own. Though Jarrod remained silent, a palpable, icy tension radiated from him, affecting everyone nearby.

The bodyguard finally returned, heralding the helicopter's arrival with the sound of its engines piercing the air, providing Nicole a deep sense of relief. Alec could still be rescued.

The helicopter, unable to land due to the rugged terrain, released a rescue line with an inflatable pad attached. The bodyguards meticulously placed Alec on the pad, secured him, and then the Line gradually hoisted him up.

As the helicopter had limited capacity, three bodyguards remained on the ground, preparing to wait for the next opportunity to leave.

Nicole initially thought she would be staying with the three bodyguards.

However, as Jarrod boarded the helicopter, he paused to look back, his tone sharp. "What are you waiting for?"

Nicole, caught off guard, froze momentarily.