Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

On a desolate road on the outskirts of Shoneport, a black sedan sped against the wind. Inside the car, a man dressed in black with a long scar on his belt check was driving nervously while keeping a wary eye on his companion in the passenger seat

Seeing his companion try calling again, but there was still no answer on the other end. His face grew grim, and his voice was icy. “How is it? Still can’t get through?” he asked.

The companion on the passenger seat shook his head, somewhat agitated, and pounded the car door with a heavy thud. “Can’t get through, damn it! he cursed.

In the back seat, a fierce–looking, heavily tattooed man sat next to a slender, pale–faced girl whose small frame leaned against the seat.

The girl slumped in the seat, eyes tightly shut as if “unconscious,” looking completely harmless. Probably being confident in the effectiveness of their drug, they didn’t bother to tie her up or search her body after knocking Briar out. They simply left her lying in the seat.

The tattooed man casually glanced at Briar, then turned his attention to the two guys up front. Hearing the passenger’s frustration, he started to get

anxious.

“What’s going on? Wasn’t the guy still reachable two hours ago?” he asked.

The companion in the passenger seat was even more anxious than the other two. “Damn it, this guy’s shady. Once we’re done with this job, we’ll leave Shoneport immediately. I have a bad feeling about this. He better not rat us out,” he said.

Hearing his words, the other two immediately started cursing, and the air in the car grew even more tense.

“Damn it, I told you that guy looked like a total wimp, unreliable at all. I knew he couldn’t be trusted. Now look at us, we might be busting our asses for nothing,” one of them grumbled.

“Seriously, how did we end up agreeing to this so muddle–headedly? That punk better hope we don’t run into him. Otherwise, I swear I’ll mess him up s badly that he won’t know what hit him,” the other snapped.

“Yeah, he dares to screw us over, does he? Just wait till we get our hands on him,” the other chimed in.

“But what now? We can’t just toss her out on the side of the road, can we?”

“No way. She’s already seen our faces. If we just let her go, the cops will be on us in no time. I don’t want to spend my days being chased around by the police; it’s way too frustrating.”

Do we just kill

what we do, man. We’re

us; there’s no way we can

screw it, let’s just get rid of

Suddenly, a girl’s sweet voice rang out,through the tense,

three men turned their heads around in unison, eyes wide with terror, looking at Briar, who was supposed

passenger seat, shocked, asked in a shaky

really think you can take me down?” Briar tilted her neck and stretched her arms, smiling as she spoke. “You’ve got some nerve, daring to kidnap me! Do you even know who I

guy was the fastest to react. He swore and lunged straight at Briar. “Damn it,

Chapter 209

Regardless of what happened to the hirer, ensuring the hostany’s safety remained fait their

the first time they had encountered a hostage waking up halfway and turning around to threaten them, they couldn’t just ignore

calm. The tattooed guy

the car over. He and the companion in the passenger seat jumped out, one

little girl?‘ they thought. However, reality proved them wrong. They were no match for her, no matter how big and tough

find out who was behind the kidnapping, but

hirer had already run off; Ashton must have

no longer of any use, there was no way Briar

out with a swift kick, sending the tattooed guy flying

to the ground in a tangled heap and couldn’t even get

“Damn it, you bitch! You don’t take the easy way, huh?

courting death…” he cursed.

turned around coldly and said, “Yeah, you’re

hand. The dagger gleamed, looking brand new, but the tip shone with a chilling light. At a glance, it could tell it had seen

the companion in the passenger seat lunged at her, Briar’s dagger pressed right up against the artery in his neck. All his anger and bravado vanished in an instant. The chill of the dagger against

icy. “Get on your knees and don’t even think about moving if you want to live. Otherwise, my knife won’t show any mercy,”