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Meanwhile, Nash seized Mr. Joker's wrist, and the two immediately engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Pharaoh's quarters, heavily guarded at the entrance, were surprisingly devoid of people inside. Without Pharaoh's permission, no one dared enter. The spacious interior muffled the sounds of Nash and Mr. Joker's struggle, ensuring that the outside guards remained unaware.

At that moment, Nash tried to shake off Mr. Joker and rush inside, but Mr. Joker caught up, and the two were now locked in a fierce, evenly matched fight.

Inside, Pharaoh still held the gun. Nina stood frozen.

She had witnessed the atrocities committed by the allied forces, seen Mrs. Quintana torment other girls right in front of her, and encountered numerous injured people. But she had never encountered from this close.

In the next moment, she felt a heavy weight on her shoulder as Micah pulled her into his arms. "You can't do this to my woman. If she dies, I guarantee you'll lose a son." Micah's words were sharp and clear. Nina's mind was in a daze. Micah was Pharaoh's son, wielding significant power here. If Pharaoh stepped down, Micah would be the next in line. And now, Micah was willing to stand up to his own father for her.

She didn't think she had such charm, and her mind raced, trying to understand why Micah was so protective of her. Where had it all started?

"Are you truly determined to protect her?" Pharaoh's voice was cold and hostile.

"Yes, and I mean what I

and walked away without looking back. Pharaoh

his son. A mere test had revealed the depth of Micah's feelings for her. Pharaoh knew the

eye on them," Pharaoh

stepped forward, bowing

and Mr. Joker still looked in combat, Micah

this

seeing the blood on Micah's shoulder, rushed to his side, while Nash quickly moved

then spoke, "Micah, are you

not a critical wound, I'm fine,"

worse and this injury was nothing to him. He had been ruthlessly thrown into a training camp by his father since he was four, and Mr. Joker was someone he had brought out

shot in the shoulder blade,

found herself in a familiar, warm embrace. The familiar warmth and scent of Nash