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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

wouldn’t withstand

this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as icy

“Yes.”

for Alex

Willow Avenue, the road widened.

rival joined in, intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off the vehicles, or the

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

forces. The mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled briefly before

area was wrecked

rushed forward. He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such a terrible ordeal on

fault. If it weren’t for your

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

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

in the middle of the chaos, sending it racing towards Nathael.

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

riddling the incoming vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the

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

attack.

Someone tried to pursue that man in a vehicle.

late to

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as he

Nathael wore an icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to

the truck charged towards him like a bull

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the angel statue, accompanied by a gush of water,

a traitor from the Winstons. Then he

shouted, “Mr. Harris!”

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

body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his

his men for help. He shouted, “Quick! Get

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

in blood; the metallic

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

money, but they didn’t know how often he

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

a warm

handsome man, casting a sacred

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

quivered as he slowly opened his

blurred, the dizziness waned, and his vision cleared

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