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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 sustained attack.

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

“Yes.”

contained the situation long enough for Alex

moment they hit Willow Avenue, the road widened.

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

with his piercing gaze. He was relieved that

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

area was wrecked and ravaged.

son of the Winstons, rushed forward. He apologised profusely to Nathael and said, “Mr.

your fault. If

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

their most distinguished guest had come under attack. These people had such

of Jem’s men ignited a car in the middle of

they were hindered by the close quarters of the space and their positioning on

bullet holes. However, the vehicle

quick reaction, the event’s short distance and abruptness

attack.

through the crowd. Someone tried

too late to make any difference.

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as he surged forward to

an icy gaze and defied his good intentions. On the contrary, he tossed Alex aside, moving to a nearby angel statue for

him like a bull

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

took down a traitor from

shouted, “Mr.

across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace of

in place. His eyes were drooping, and

and called his men for

quickly by Nathael, tearing his garment to

ashen. His right arm was nearly drenched in blood; the metallic scent of blood was heavy in the air.

even grimmer, and his eyes reddened–knowing that if it

boss for the sake of money, but they didn’t know how

hired hands; they

sun set, a

casting a sacred

white shirt was now soaked with blood, his arm bearing

quivered as he

the dizziness waned, and his

thought was that Maggie would receive her love letter much later.