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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,

wouldn’t withstand a sustained

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

“Yes.”

contained the situation long enough for Alex to catch his breath. Still, he knew this was far

Willow

intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the way, people

gaze. He was relieved that Maggie wasn’t

Cathedral, bringing with them the local forces. The mercenaries realised they had

the area was wrecked and

profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such a terrible ordeal on our territory.

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

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

their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people

ignited a car in the middle of the chaos, sending it racing towards

of the space and their positioning on the grass before the Holy

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

quick reaction, the event’s short distance and

attack.

truck bulldozed through the crowd. Someone tried to pursue

late to

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he surged forward to shove

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 gone wild.

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crash, the angel statue, accompanied by a gush of water, was toppled by the impact, scattering dust and debris

down a traitor from the Winstons. Then he dashed towards Nathael.

“Mr. Harris!”

air was thick with smoke, and rubble lay everywhere. A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of

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

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

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

His right arm was nearly drenched in

even grimmer, and his eyes reddened–knowing that if it weren’t for the

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

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

a

casting a sacred glow upon translucent complexion.

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

he slowly

blurred, the dizziness waned, and his vision cleared gradually.

he frowned. His first thought was