Chapter 1501:

A smirk curled at the corner of Harlee’s lips. With a slow, deliberate twist of her neck, she said, “Who’s really in whose hands here? That’s yet to be decided.”

The masked woman froze at Harlee’s words. Her hands clenched the hem of her clothes, and her voice cracked with frustration.

“What are you playing at, Harlee? Don’t you see? My men have you surrounded!”

As the masked woman spoke, her confidence grew with every word. Finally, she straightened her back and lifted her chin.

“I don’t know what tricks you pulled to get those kidnappers to obey you, but let me tell you something. The henchmen I hired aren’t amateurs. They will pin you down in no time!”

The moment the henchmen laid eyes on Harlee, a chill ran down their spines, and their palms turned clammy with sweat. Years of experience had sharpened their instincts, allowing them to size up their opponents at a glance. But nothing had ever made their palms sweat like this before. Harlee’s aura was suffocating. They could see it clearly now: she was no mere spoiled rich girl like their employer had described. Her presence hit them like a tidal wave. If it came to a fight, even with all of them ganging up on her, they weren’t sure they could stand a chance.

The henchman on the right leaned in, speaking in a low voice to the masked woman.

kidnappers didn’t bring her here. She came here to challenge us.

to Harlee. Only now did she realize something was off. Harlee wasn’t restrained. Harlee wasn’t trembling or pleading. She was standing tall and unscathed. But how could one person take on a dozen professional killers? It was

masked woman’s eyes narrowed, her voice sharp

tales live

you can’t handle one woman? Did I hire you all just to

themselves. That way, they could have scouted the enemy’s strength and chosen whether to proceed. But now, they were stuck in the thick

fixed her gaze on Harlee and suddenly

I’ll make you bleed for everything

her stance was relaxed, a sharp killing intent swirled around her. Her calmness and poise came from the unshakable confidence that she could crush every one of them without breaking

Yvonne, you sound just like the rest of your kind—no

lips twisted into a small, mocking smile as her gaze lingered on Yvonne’s face. Every movement was laden with

as a cold sweat beaded on her forehead, the

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