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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,

this, the car wouldn’t withstand

we’ll handle this outside the Holy Cathedral, Nathael commanded, his tone as icy as

“Yes.”

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

moment they hit Willow Avenue, the road widened.

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

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

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

gunfire, the area

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

fault. If it weren’t for your timely intervention, we would

I’ll thoroughly investigate this matter and provide

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

men ignited a car in the middle of the chaos, sending

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

the approaching vehicle, riddling the incoming vehicle with countless bullet holes. However, the vehicle was too close, leaving them with minimal time to respond.

distance and abruptness left them powerless

attack.

crowd. Someone tried to pursue that man in a

was too late to make any difference.

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he

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

towards him like a bull gone

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accompanied by a gush of water,

a traitor from the Winstons. Then he dashed towards Nathael.

“Mr.

statue sliced across Nathael’s forehead, and a trace

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

men for help. He shouted,

was knelt quickly by Nathael, tearing his garment to apply pressure

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

complexion turned even grimmer, and his eyes reddened–knowing that if it weren’t for the rescue, Nathael would not have sustained such grave

of money, but they didn’t know how often he had shielded them, shielding them behind his

not mere hired hands; they willingly gave their lives for him.

sun set, a warm his

man, casting a sacred glow

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

he slowly opened his

light blurred, the dizziness waned, and

was that Maggie