Chapter 107 Wait For Me

With a gun pointed at him, Uriah dared not resist. His men raised their hands in surrender, their fear threatening to suffocate them.

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As Kallum’s eyes fixed on Uriah, who was now cornered and desperate, his pupils narrowed, the intensity of his gaze revealing a raw, undisguised intent to eliminate any threat.

“Where is Calista?” Kallum’s voice was sharp, his concern evident. Why is she not by Uriah’s side? Did Uriah harm her?

Uriah realized the depth of his miscalculation. In his arrogance, he had underestimated Kallum’s reach and resolve, assuming that Kallum would not risk everything for Calista and thus disregarding her as a valuable leverage point.

But Uriah, ever the schemer, quickly attempted to manipulate the situation to his advantage, despite his desperation.

“Let me go! Otherwise, I’ll kill that woman! His voice was tinged with false bravado, clinging to the hope that Kallum might be deceived by his bluff.

Kallum, however, maintained his composure, observing Uriah closely. After a moment, he let out a short, mocking laugh, seeing through the facade.

“You’re not holding her captive,” Kallum stated flatly, his voice cutting through the tension. “That means I don’t have to keep you alive any longer.”

Uriah was taken aback, barely processing the situation before Kallum’s forces opened fire. In a r attempt to shield himself, Uriah hid behind one of his own men.

desperate

bullets

amidst the carnage sent waves of

demon! An

Uriah exclaimed, “Y–you can’t kill me! I’ve planted a bomb in the refugee camp, and I’m the only

at Uriah’s claim, then approached and hoisted him from the ground with ease. “Bomb? Password?”

his voice quivering with the

half an hour left before the explosion! If you kill me, they’ll all die!” he cried out, his blood- stained hands desperately clutching at Kallum.

he yearned to beg for

responded with a dismissive laugh, casually releasing his grip and watching Uriah tumble to the ground. Scrambling to his feet, Uriah seemed poised to grasp at Kallum’s foot in a last–ditch effort to

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107 Wait

me deserve to live. Everyone else should

on Uriah’s hand before

force applied, Uriah winced in pain–a man of high society, unaccustomed to physical suffering, his pampered fingers writhing

his own insignificance, as if standing before a God. How could he dare to suggest

Uriah was forced to admit her location through clenched teeth. “At the peak of

Gritting mountain!”

and pressed further, “How much of the K Virus do you still have in your possession?”

hanging in balance, Uriah knew better than to lie. “The K Virus is too dangerous… Apart from

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