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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.

bulletproof modifications held, ininimising

car wouldn’t withstand a sustained

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

“Yes.”

long enough for Alex to catch his breath.

they hit Willow Avenue,

from their rival joined in, intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the way,

with his piercing gaze. He was relieved

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

the gunfire, the area was wrecked and

to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such a terrible

his bloodied fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault. If it weren’t for your timely

investigate this matter and provide a full report,” Jem declared, his voice

come under attack. These people had such audacity to

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

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

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

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

attack.

crowd. Someone tried to pursue

too late to make any difference.

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in determination as he surged forward to shove Nathael aside.

defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he

truck charged towards him like a bull gone

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statue, accompanied by a gush of

from

shouted, “Mr.

and rubble lay everywhere. A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and

debris pinned half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He had lost a

recovered from the shock and called his men for

quickly by Nathael,

nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of blood

and his eyes reddened–knowing that if it weren’t for the rescue, Nathael

of money, but they didn’t know how often he had

were not mere hired hands; they

set, a warm his nearly

glow enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred glow upon translucent

white shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty

eyelashes quivered as he slowly opened

waned, and his

his arm was wounded, he frowned. His first thought was that