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.

no glance. His cold, steadfast stare was locked

all

ran dry, he switched to his dagger to secure another weapon. This relentless cycle persisted

in frantic disbelief. All his men were defeated. He had had so many. How could Harlee

down with sheer contempt. Matteo’s body stiffened as if turned to stone, swiftly followed by excruciating pain in his

Rhys twisted his jaw out of

from Matteo’s pocket, lit it effortlessly, and blew

to cough hindered by

was cold, chilling to the bone. Leaning close to Matteo’s ear, he murmured, “Contemplate that in hell.” With a fierce look in his eyes, Rhys slammed Matteo’s

a scream of agony, his voice rough and guttural, as he thrashed on the ground like a

repeatedly tried to scream, “Ah… ah…” but could not form coherent words. Ever since Rhys had dislocated his jaw, Matteo had lost the ability

truly back,” Harlee muttered from a distance, filled with complex emotions as she watched. The man she had yearned for was finally here, igniting a powerful surge of

Rhys’ voice was steady, almost detached, as he picked up a dagger. His

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