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Clearly, Nathael didn’t find this surprising.

Unfazed, he barely gave a glance before he issued a cool command, “Get the Winstons on the line for backup.

“Understood,” came the reply.

Alex pushed the accelerator hard, attempting to lose the persistent tall while simultaneously reaching out to the Winstons‘ point person.

Not long after, with a swift twist of the wheel, he veered onto another highway.

Their pursuer was caught off guard by the sudden maneuver at such breakneck speeds, couldn’t adjust in time, and continued straight ahead, missing the turn.

“Damn it!” The driver was a foreigner. He pounded the steering wheel in frustration before swiftly changing course to attempt another blockade.

The earpiece buzzed with other people’s voices, indicating that someone was in charge behind the scenes.

Once Alex shook off their tail, it wasn’t long before two grey sedans shot out on either side of a crossroads, boxing him in with precision.

Metal scraping echoed as sparks flew from the collision.

Alex shifted into reverse gear, attempting to retreat and break free from the encirclement of cars on both sides. However, unfortunately, there were several vehicles behind him that drove normally, leaving him with nowhere to reverse.

Luckily, Nathael’s backup arrived just in time. Two black sedans burst from the side streets, slamming directly into the grey cars.

The force of the impact made the vehicles shake and jolt violently, giving them no chance to recover.

With Nolan’s men now on the scene, Alex coordinated with the ally behind him to comer one of the

grey cars against a wall.

The brutal collision sent the grey car crash into a signpost and flip over with a thunderous bang.

Taking one car out of the equation made handling the second one easier.

Alex didn’t stay to fight. He took a sharp turn into a side street, leaving the pursuit in the capable hands of his allies.

“The Winstons will be here in five minutes, Alex stated, his voice deep, though they had barely cleared the alley when they encountered a group of helmeted mercenaries on motorcycles.

Their towering figures loomed, and the roar of their modified engines grated harshly, even from a distance.

“Bang!”

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Alex reacted instantly. He swerved the wheel, but a bullet still managed to plerce the windshield, leaving a web of cracks around a small hole.

modifications held, ininimising the damage.

car wouldn’t

we’ll handle this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as icy as his

“Yes.”

situation long enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still, he knew this was far from

hit Willow Avenue, the road

groups. Along the way, people frequently

gaze. He was relieved that Maggie wasn’t

mercenaries realised they

the area was wrecked and

profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such a terrible ordeal on our territory. We sincerely

not your fault. If it weren’t for

investigate this matter and provide a full report,”

had come under attack. These people had such audacity

middle of the chaos, sending it racing towards Nathael.

they were hindered by the close quarters of

holes. However, the

their quick reaction, the event’s short distance and abruptness left them

attack.

the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that

too late to make any difference.

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brow furrowed in determination as he surged

and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex

the truck charged towards him like

82%

thunderous crash, the angel statue, accompanied by a gush of water, was toppled by the impact, scattering dust

down a traitor from the Winstons. Then

shouted, “Mr.

A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood rolled down from his face, adding a touch of savage

debris pinned half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion

his men for help.

scrambled to remove the rubble. Alex, pale–faced, was knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing his garment to apply pressure to the

His right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of blood was heavy in the

it weren’t for the rescue, Nathael would not have sustained such grave

sake of money, but they didn’t know how often he had shielded them, shielding them behind

were not mere hired hands; they willingly gave their lives for

a warm

enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred glow

blood, his arm bearing a

as he

waned, and his vision cleared

thought was