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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,

this, the car wouldn’t withstand

the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded,

“Yes.”

came to their aid. They contained the situation long enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still, he knew this

they hit Willow Avenue, the road widened.

groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off the

remained calm and collected with his piercing gaze. He was relieved that Maggie wasn’t in

the Holy Cathedral, bringing with them the local forces. The mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled briefly before commencing their

gunfire, the area was wrecked and

the Winstons, rushed forward. He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such a terrible ordeal on our territory. We sincerely apologise.”

not your fault. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, we would have faced a

your most devoted allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate this

could hardly believe that their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people had such audacity to strike

the middle

responded swiftly, but they were hindered by the close quarters of the space and their positioning on the

incoming vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the

the event’s short distance and abruptness left them powerless to stop the

attack.

through the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that

too late to make

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brow furrowed in determination as he surged forward

On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to

towards him like a bull gone

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a gush of water,

Alex took down a traitor from the Winstons. Then he dashed

shouted, “Mr. Harris!”

across Nathael’s forehead,

in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion

finally recovered from the shock and called his men for help. He shouted, “Quick! Get

pale–faced, was knelt quickly by

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

complexion turned even grimmer, and his eyes reddened–knowing that if it weren’t

merely risking their lives for their boss for the sake of money, but they didn’t know how often he had shielded them, shielding

not mere hired hands; they

set, a warm his

man, casting a

his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as

eyelashes quivered as he slowly opened his

the dizziness waned, and

he frowned. His first thought was that