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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,

he snarled, his

guard, too scared to even move. He didn’t try to defend himself as the man knocked him to the ground, gripping his neck tightly. In just a few seconds, his breath

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

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

yellow–haired man, 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 I get to kill you.”

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pressing down on

Larry, no knife was necessary to finish him off. A couple more squeezes and his neck

others once

just as he was about to snap Larry’s neck, something heavy slammed into his back. An arm wrapped around his throat, and before he could

the yellow haired man yelped,

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

yanked the knife out, it ripped a new wave of

missing a beat, she pressed the blade against his

coldly. “Or I’ll stab you right

quick, precise strike she had

see Quinlyn’s face, but he could feel the very real threat of death. His hands shot up in surrender, and

She gestured for him to stand and then forced him to walk toward the

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

down the thugs‘

standing near the racetrack immediately took a few steps back, fearing they might be

dropped their masks, revealing their bloodshot, murderous stares.

that taking a hostage won’t save you. Whether he lives or dies, we’re still

desperate criminals, loyalty meant nothing

knew this better than they did, which is exactly why she didn’t use the hostage to

she said slowly, making sure they

their expressions shified. Panic flashed across their faces.

added, her voice colder now. “If you leave now, you might still have a

they couldn’t afford

and jumping in without even stopping to question whether Quinlyn’s claim was true,

killed people

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

until she was absolutely sure they weren’t in York Finally, she did off him and walked over to the