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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, ininimising the

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

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

“Yes.”

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

moment they hit Willow Avenue,

intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the

with his piercing gaze. He was relieved that Maggie wasn’t in the car with

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

the gunfire, the area was wrecked and ravaged.

Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris,

fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, we would have

to God that we will always stand as your most devoted allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide

Winstons could hardly believe that their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people had such audacity to strike Nathael

ignited a car in the middle of the

quarters of the space and their positioning

rapidly at the approaching vehicle, riddling the incoming vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving

short distance and abruptness left them powerless

attack.

the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that man in

late to make

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determination as he surged forward to shove Nathael aside.

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

the truck charged towards him like a bull

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a thunderous crash, the angel statue, accompanied by a gush of water, was toppled by the

from

“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 blood rolled down from

of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and

men

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

right arm was nearly 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, Nathael would not have sustained such grave

they were merely risking their lives for their boss for the sake of money, but they didn’t know how often he had shielded them, shielding them behind his back.

not mere hired hands; they willingly

the sun set, a

glow enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred

arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty

as he slowly opened his eyes.

the dizziness waned,

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