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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.

held, ininimising

wouldn’t withstand

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

“Yes.”

the situation long enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still, he

moment they hit Willow

intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off the

his piercing gaze. He was relieved that Maggie wasn’t in the car with him.

mercenaries realised

the gunfire, the area was

third son of the Winstons, rushed forward. He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you

handkerchief from Alex, Nathael wiped his bloodied fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, we would have faced a bitter fight.”

always stand as your most devoted allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a full report,” Jem declared, his voice tinged

their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people had such audacity to strike Nathael

of Jem’s men ignited a car in the middle of the chaos, sending

hindered by the close quarters of the space and

vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving them with minimal time to respond.

the event’s short distance and abruptness left

attack.

tried to pursue that man

too late to make any difference.

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in determination as he surged

good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside,

the truck charged towards him

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statue, accompanied by a gush of water, was toppled by the impact, scattering dust and

took down a traitor from the Winstons. Then he dashed

“Mr.

shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and

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

his men for help. He

knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing his

in blood; the metallic scent of blood

if it weren’t for the rescue,

were merely risking their lives for their boss for the sake of money, but they didn’t know how often

they willingly gave their lives

sun set, a warm his nearly

glow enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred

blood, his arm bearing

eyelashes quivered as he

light blurred, the dizziness waned, and his

arm was wounded, he frowned. His first thought was that Maggie would receive