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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.

their bulletproof modifications held,

wouldn’t withstand a

Willow Avenue, and we’ll handle this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded,

“Yes.”

situation long enough for Alex to

moment they hit 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

gaze. He was

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

area was

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 apologise.”

his bloodied fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, we would have faced a bitter fight.”

that 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

Winstons could hardly believe that their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people had

a car in the middle

men responded swiftly, but they were hindered by the close quarters of the space and their positioning on the

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

and abruptness left them

attack.

through the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that man

too late to make any

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in determination as he

his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to a nearby angel statue

charged towards him

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

a traitor from the Winstons. Then

“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 beauty

debris pinned half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He had lost a lot of blood.

and called his men

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

right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of blood was heavy in

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

boss for the sake of money, but

not mere hired hands; they willingly gave their lives

the sun set, a warm his nearly

glow enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred

arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as

quivered as he slowly

blurred, the dizziness waned, and his vision

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