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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.

held, ininimising the

wouldn’t withstand a

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

“Yes.”

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

hit Willow Avenue,

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

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

forces. The mercenaries realised they had lost

gunfire, the area was wrecked

the Winstons, rushed forward. He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris, we’re deeply sorry you had such

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

to God 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 with righteous

their most distinguished guest had come under attack.

a car in the middle

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

holes. However, the vehicle was too

distance and abruptness left them powerless to stop

attack.

tried to pursue that man

too late to

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furrowed in determination as he surged forward to shove

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

charged towards him like a bull gone

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

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

“Mr. Harris!”

smoke, and rubble lay everywhere. A shard from the statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of blood rolled down from his

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

finally recovered from the shock and called his men for help. He shouted,

pale–faced, was knelt quickly

stern visage was ashen. His right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of

and his eyes reddened–knowing that if it weren’t for

of money, but they didn’t know how often he had

mere hired hands; they willingly gave their

sun set, a

enveloped the handsome man, casting

his arm bearing a shocking,

he slowly opened his eyes.

waned, and

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