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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,

kill you!” he snarled, his voice

man knocked him to the

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

a thug barked, his voice dripping with arrogance and indignation. “Our boss is dead because of you. Now it’s only fair you

man, whose face was contorted with grief, locked eyes with Larry. A dangerous glint flashed in

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harder, pressing down on Larry’s

him off. A couple more squeezes and his neck

with the others once Larry was

something heavy slammed into his back. An arm wrapped around his throat, and before he could react, a wave of

the yellow haired man yelped, his voice

glanced up, his eyes wide, and then he saw Quinlyn crouching

yanked the knife out, it ripped a new wave of pain through him, a

beat, she pressed the blade

warned coldly. “Or I’ll stab you right

quick, precise strike she had delivered earlier, her voice now sounded almost chilling and terrifying to the yellow–haired man.

couldn’t see Quinlyn’s face, but he could feel the very real threat of death. His hands shot up in surrender, and through gritted teeth, he pleaded. “Please… Don’t kill me.

for him to stand and then forced him to

facing her did she lift her head, her bright eyes locking onto them.

words sent shivers down the thugs‘

took a few steps back,

dropped their masks, revealing their bloodshot, murderous stares.

of them sneered, 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 he lives or dies, we’re still coming for the Hill family’s young master.

meant nothing compared

knew this better than they did, which is exactly

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

expressions shified. Panic flashed across their

voice colder now. “If you leave now,

knew they couldn’t afford

cars and jumping in

people would have called the police

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had stormed in like a tornado, now turned their cars around and fed in a mil panic

on the yellow–haired guy’s back, 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