Chapter 1228

Chapter 1228:

Rhys… As Harlee watched him stride away, her breath hitched. Leaning on the rocks for support, she willed herself to stand, her gaze tracking his every movement. Was the old Rhys back?

On the battlefield, Rhys moved with the unstoppable force of a storm. Precisely, he eliminated each opponent in his path as he made his way toward Matteo, each step deliberate and fierce, like an avenger.

Matteo, repeatedly struck by Rhys’ gunfire, fell back behind his last few guards, his heart sinking as Rhys approached.

Though it was the same Rhys who had been firing just moments before, something about him now seemed profoundly changed.

His panic deepening, Matteo hurriedly pushed two of his guards ahead as human barriers.

One after another, Matteo’s guards dropped, their bodies accumulating on the crimson-stained earth.

His cold, steadfast stare was locked

it all on

downed enemy. When that rifle ran dry, he switched to his dagger to secure another weapon. This relentless cycle persisted until no one stood with

men were defeated. He had had so many. How could Harlee and

sheer contempt. Matteo’s body stiffened

gasp before Rhys twisted his jaw out

cigarette from Matteo’s pocket, lit it effortlessly, and blew a cloud

cough hindered by his

ear, he murmured, “Contemplate that in hell.” With a fierce look in his eyes, Rhys slammed Matteo’s head backward and pressed the

his voice rough and guttural, as he thrashed on the ground like a madman. The

words. Ever since Rhys had dislocated his jaw, Matteo had lost the ability to articulate

from a distance, filled with complex emotions as she watched. The man she had yearned for was

steady, almost detached, as he picked up a dagger. His slender fingers gripped the

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