Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 220 The End of MC

Amid all the chaos in the country, there was this intense moment in a small northern town in Maridonia. An SUV was tearing through the town’s streets like there was no tomorrow, breaking every traffic rule in the book as it tried to shake off its pursuers.

Hot on its tail were two white vans, keeping pace and thrilling the chase scene.

The guy driving the SUV? Total panic mode. He kept glancing at the rearview mirror, clenching his jaw hard, with a look in his eyes that screamed, “I am not letting them catch me.”

“Ugh, can’t shake these guys off!” he muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

Despite the heart–pumping chase, the vans weren’t giving up, and neither was the SUV, which kept speeding ahead, making anyone watching do a double–take in surprise.

Luckily, since it’s a small town and hardly bustling with traffic, they avoided what could’ve been a bunch of accidents!

Even though it tried, the SUV couldn’t keep its grip while trying to navigate a turn and ended up slamming into the roadside barrier with a hard “thud” before hitting a tree.

The front end got totally wrecked, and the driver got flung against the steering wheel from the crash, his face smeared with blood.

A bunch of vans skidded to a halt close by, and a group of more than ten people jumped out, each grabbing a bat or something similar, and started moving slowly towards the SUV.

was a young guy with blond hair and blue eyes who looked like he was in his early twenties. He was pretty chill, wearing a floral shirt, leisurely chewing on a piece of

his face–good–looking and charming in a way that hinted at

and the SUV

was quickly opened, and the confused driver

turned out to be Yves, the big boss of MC Studio! At that moment, Yves didn’t have the same

was a mess on the ground, bleeding from his face, and barely able to see

the knock on his head left him unable to move. “So, you’re the famous Yves from MC? You’re quite the Houdini,” said a young guy with blond hair and blue eyes, squatting in front of Yves

ground, struggling for breath as consciousness slowly returned to him. He looked at the face before him, familiar yet somewhat strange, trying to speak but

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Finished

*Tsk.”

struggled to talk, motioning to his companions, “Get

directed another group, “And clean

time, he spoke

and the young guy bit his lip, eyeing the bright operating room. He pulled out his phone and made a call. As soon as he heard

MC boss chickened out,