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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

this, the car wouldn’t withstand a

the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his

“Yes.”

to their aid. They contained the situation long enough for Alex

hit Willow Avenue, the road widened.

between the two groups. Along

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

The mercenaries realised they

the area was wrecked

He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr. Harris,

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

investigate this matter and provide a full report,” Jem declared, his voice tinged with righteous

guest had come under attack. These people had such audacity to strike Nathael right under

ignited a car in the middle of the chaos, sending

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

countless bullet holes. However,

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

attack.

truck bulldozed through the crowd. Someone tried to pursue that man

late to

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furrowed in determination as he surged forward to shove

Nathael wore an icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed

truck charged towards him like a bull gone wild.

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

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

shouted, “Mr. Harris!”

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

his body in place. His eyes were drooping, and his complexion was pale. He

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

was knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing his garment to apply

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

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

for the sake of money, but they

were not mere hired hands; they willingly

a warm

enveloped the handsome man, casting a sacred glow upon translucent complexion.

shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing a shocking, languid beauty as it soaked

quivered as he slowly opened his

light blurred, the dizziness waned,

wounded, he frowned. His first thought was that