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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 damage.

car wouldn’t withstand

Holy

“Yes.”

enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still, he knew this was

moment they hit Willow Avenue, the

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

his piercing gaze. He was relieved that

Winstons arrived at the Holy Cathedral, bringing with them the local forces. The mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled

gunfire, the area

the third son of 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

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

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

attack. These people

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

were hindered by the close quarters of the space and

holes. However, the

and abruptness left

attack.

truck bulldozed through the crowd. Someone tried to

late to

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brow furrowed in determination as he surged

an icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed

the truck charged towards him like

82%

by a gush of water, was toppled by

from the

shouted, “Mr.

A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood rolled

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

and called his men for help. He

pale–faced, was knelt quickly

His right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic

that if it weren’t for the rescue, Nathael would not have sustained such

for their boss for the sake of money, but

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

sun set, a warm his nearly

the handsome man, casting

white shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing

eyelashes quivered as he slowly

the dizziness waned, and his vision cleared gradually.

was