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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.

this, the car wouldn’t withstand a sustained attack.

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

“Yes.”

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

they hit Willow Avenue, the road widened.

between the two groups. Along the way, people

his piercing gaze. He was relieved that

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

gunfire, the area was wrecked

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

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

always stand as your most devoted allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate

had come under attack.

ignited a car in the middle

they were hindered by the close quarters of the space

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

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

attack.

the crowd. Someone tried to pursue

too late to make

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he surged forward to

the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to a

charged towards him like a

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a gush of water, was toppled by the impact, scattering dust and

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

shouted, “Mr.

shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood rolled down from his face, adding a touch of savage

eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He had lost a lot of

finally recovered from the shock and called his men for help. He shouted, “Quick! Get the medic!”

remove the rubble. Alex, pale–faced, was knelt quickly by Nathael,

drenched in blood; the metallic scent of blood was heavy

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

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

mere hired hands; they willingly gave their

a warm his

man, casting

his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as it soaked

he slowly

the dizziness waned, and his vision cleared

his arm was wounded, he frowned. His first thought was that Maggie would receive her love letter much later.