The two assassins couldn't withstand the beating and kicking for less than a minute. The enraged mob nearly tore them to pieces, leaving a large pool of blood on the ground, including some human tissue.
The bloody scene was so gruesome that even the guards felt a chill run down their spines.
At the same time, when the guards in front reported that the assassin had been dealt with, Bowerman did not dare to delay. He carefully helped von Palen up from the ground and escorted him down the stage, with guards forming a human wall on both sides.
Outside the podium, as he saw the massive crowd descending from it, Wolfgang shouted urgently:
"His Majesty!"
"Is His Majesty alright?!"
The guards remained silent, completely shielding Von Palen. Bowerman even spread his arms, using his large leather coat to protect Von Palen beneath him.
Seeing that no one responded, Wolfgang addressed the officers beside him:
"We must go and see how His Majesty is!"
"We must protect His Majesty! We must not let him get hurt again!"
As they were talking, the officer immediately followed Wolfgang toward the guards, but the guards stopped them all.
"Don't come any closer!!" a guard shouted sternly.
Wolfgang, his face contorted with rage, snapped, "Get out of the way! It's our duty to protect His Majesty!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
"Get out of my way!!" A hoarse shout rang out from the crowd.
Wolfgang turned his head and saw a fierce and ferocious face behind the guards; it was Bowerman.
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