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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.

bulletproof modifications held, ininimising the

this, the car wouldn’t withstand a sustained

Willow Avenue, and we’ll handle this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as icy as

“Yes.”

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

they hit Willow Avenue,

intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off

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

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

area was wrecked and ravaged.

profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry

fault. If

most devoted allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide

their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people had such audacity

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

by the close quarters of the space and their positioning on the grass before the Holy Cathedral.

bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close,

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

attack.

Someone tried

too late to make any difference.

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he surged

icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to a nearby angel

towards him like a bull gone

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

traitor from the Winstons. Then he dashed

shouted, “Mr. Harris!”

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

were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He had

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

group scrambled to remove the rubble. Alex, pale–faced, was knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing

right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic

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

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

mere hired hands; they willingly gave their

a

casting a sacred

pristine white shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing

he slowly opened his eyes.

dizziness waned, and his vision cleared gradually.

wounded, he frowned. His first thought was that