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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

wouldn’t withstand a sustained attack.

Willow Avenue, and we’ll handle this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael

“Yes.”

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

they hit Willow Avenue, the

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

with his piercing gaze. He was relieved that

mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled briefly before commencing

area was

to Nathael and said, “Mr.

fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault.

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

could hardly believe that their most distinguished guest had 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

swiftly, but they were hindered by the close quarters of the space and

with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving them with

event’s short distance and abruptness left them powerless

attack.

tried to pursue that man in a vehicle.

late to make any

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furrowed in determination as he

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

him like a

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the angel statue, accompanied by a gush of water, was toppled

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

“Mr. Harris!”

across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood rolled down from

the heavy debris pinned half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He

finally recovered from the shock and called his men for

quickly by

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

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

for their boss for the sake of money, but they didn’t know how often he

mere hired hands; they willingly gave their

sun set, a warm his nearly

casting a sacred glow

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

eyelashes quivered as he slowly opened his eyes.

waned, and his

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