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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

wouldn’t withstand a sustained

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

“Yes.”

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

Willow Avenue,

rival joined in, intensifying the struggle between the two groups. Along the way, people frequently fell off the vehicles, or the

He was

at the Holy Cathedral, bringing with them the local forces. The mercenaries realised they had lost their window of opportunity and struggled briefly before commencing their

area was wrecked and ravaged.

and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re

Nathael wiped his bloodied fingers, saying, “It’s not your fault.

devoted allies. I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide a full report,” Jem declared,

distinguished guest had come under attack. These

the middle of the chaos, sending

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

the approaching vehicle, riddling the incoming vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too

and abruptness left them powerless to stop

attack.

tried to pursue that

too late to make any

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furrowed in determination as he surged forward to shove

icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary,

charged towards him like a bull gone wild.

82%

of water, was toppled by the impact,

traitor from the Winstons. Then

shouted, “Mr.

statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood rolled down from

pinned half of his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He had

men for help. He shouted, “Quick! Get the medic!”

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

ashen. His 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

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

were not mere hired hands; they willingly gave

the sun set, a warm

casting a sacred glow upon translucent

blood, his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as

quivered as he slowly opened

blurred, the dizziness waned, and his vision

first thought was that Maggie would receive her love