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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,

you!” he snarled, his voice filled with

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

the racetrack tried to rush over to help, but they were immediately stopped by the bald man’s

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

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

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squeezed harder, pressing down on Larry’s that.

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

splining the money with the others once

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 behind the thug.

deadly. As she yanked the knife out, it ripped a new wave of pain through him, a spray of blood

missing a beat, she pressed the blade against his neck.

she warned coldly. “Or

voice didn’t make things any less dangerous. After the quick, precise strike she had delivered earlier, her voice now sounded almost

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

stand and then forced

her head, her bright eyes locking onto them.

sent shivers down

took a few steps back, fearing they might be killed next.

in front of her dropped their masks, revealing their bloodshot, murderous

so much, you should also understand that taking a hostage won’t save you. Whether he lives

criminals, loyalty meant nothing

than they did, which is exactly why she

already called the cops,” she said slowly, making

shified. Panic

colder now. “If you leave now, you might still have a chance

afford to get caught.

running toward their cars and jumping in without

killed people

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now turned their cars around and fed in a mil panic

remained where she wo perched 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 walked over to