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Chapter 35

Chapter 35

The big bald man wasn’t ready to give up yet. He slammed his foot on the brake again and again. But then, the back end of his car smashed into the guardrail, and he had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Ah! Help me! Help me! He yelled, rolling down the window, his voice barely reaching through the rush of wind as the car swerved halfway up the mountain. Within seconds, his face was drenched in tears.

Behind him, a car sped through the wind, swerving around him with ease. It didn’t slow down, not even for a second. Ir didn’t hesitate, avoiding the crash and continuing on its way

As it passed, the bald man caught a glimpse of a child’s face through one of the car windows.

Her bright eyes stared at him–calm and emotionless. There was no fear or smiles. It was just the empty look of someone who was already saying goodbye.

The bald man froze. He remembered her from earlier. Just before they went into the lounge, he’d seen her for a split second when he turned around to light a cigarette. She had been standing right by their cars.

So it was her… he thought.

But it was too late to think about any of that now,

The wind howled, biting through the air. As his car plunged to the ground, a loud explosion ripped through the silence, followed by a series of deafening bangs. Flames shot up into the sky. The other cars had no choice but to stop.

Larry quickly pulled over at the next mountain pass, his heart pounding. As he opened the car door, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. His legs almost buckled.

“Stanley, send someone up!” Quinlyn called into the radio briefly. Then she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped out

of the car.

“Boss Boss!” the man with yellow hair screamed, his voice cracking.

He collapsed on the ground at the bend in the road, his face twisted in pain as he looked at the burning wreckage of the car. He knew his boss was gone for good. Clenching his fist in frustration, he pounded the ground.

“Why? Why did this happen?” he shouted.

It was supposed to be an easy task. Then they could kick back, have some drinks, and relax with women.

But now their plan went up in smoke.

He couldn’t make sense of it until he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head, and there stood Larry. His face went red, a rush of anger flooding his chest. Without thinking, he lunged at him,

his voice filled

defend himself as the man knocked him to the

at the racetrack tried to rush over to help, but they were immediately

a life!” a thug barked, his voice dripping with arrogance and indignation. “Our boss is dead because

whose face was contorted with grief, locked eyes with Larry. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. “That’s right. You killed our boss. Now

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harder, pressing down

knife was necessary to finish him off. A couple more squeezes and

thought of splining the money with the others once Larry was gone made

his back. An arm wrapped around his throat, and before he could react, a wave of pain shot

haired man yelped, his voice

pulling away quickly. He glanced up, his eyes wide, and then he saw Quinlyn crouching behind the thug. In her hand

ripped a new wave of

missing a beat, she pressed the blade

move,” she warned coldly. “Or

the quick, precise strike she had delivered earlier, her voice now sounded almost chilling

death. His hands shot up in surrender, and

for him to stand and

did she lift her head, her bright eyes locking onto them. “You’ve all killed before,”

shivers down

few steps back, fearing they might be killed

thugs in front of her dropped their

looking down at her. “Little girl,” he said. “Since you know so much, you should also understand that taking a hostage won’t save you. Whether

loyalty meant nothing compared to

exactly why she

called the cops,” she said slowly, making sure they heard every

expressions shified. Panic flashed

added, her voice colder now. “If you leave now, you might still have a chance to get away.”

afford to

and jumping in without even stopping to question

people

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a tornado, now turned their cars around and fed in

watching them disappear into the distance. The didn’t move until she was absolutely sure they weren’t in York Finally, she did off him and walked over to the racetrack stall Grab