Chapter 437 Shabby Cramped House

The addition of Yves and Jim’s group effectively concealed the whereabouts of George and Isabelle, making it more diflicult for the members of the Dark Shadow to track them down.

Finished

The operatives of the Dark Shadow had to proceed with even greater caution. The backgrounds of these two individuals were far from simple, and unless absolutely necessary, the Dark Shadow preferred not to engage them directly.

They certainly didn’t want to risk their elite members against them.

Their primary target was Isabelle..

The Dark Shadow’s crew not only gotta hunt down Isabelle but also watch their backs in case they bump into Yves and his gang.

Yves insisted on keeping Seth and Lawrence close while they waited for George to make a move.

But despite waiting and waiting, there’s still no word from George.

But the Dark Shadow’s crew hadn’t withdrawn yet, meaning their job wasn’t over, and Isabelle was safe.

Little does Yves know, there were two close calls where he and Isabelle almost crossed paths.

Yves was getting uneasy.

And George was probably feeling even worse.

After encountering the Dark Shadow’s members at the inn and successfully fighting them off, George, along with Isabelle, split up with Seth and Lawrence to continue hiding.

They had been evading and hiding all the way, travelling through multiple cities and towns, crisscrossing the vast country of Etreau, and constantly dodging encounters with the Dark Shadow.

It had been a rough journey, and you can imagine how much Isabelle had suffered.

It was like her wounds barely started healing yesterday, only to burst open again today. Before her fever subsides, another one springs up.

shoulder has already started to inflame

days, George couldn’t bear seeing Isabelle still unconscious. His own mental defences were about to crumble before

behind the wheel with

the lookout for another hiding spot, driving

of Etreau and head to Kalandria, then figure out a way to

car stalled and came

staft

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ed thus,

red dot pierced through the windshield, aiming at

caught a glint—a reflection

a jolt of alarm.

in the passenger seat took a

pierced through the hoodie of the dummy’s head, and

and carried Isabelle out of the car.

a decoy to throw off the

was a decoy and signalled for his accomplice to come

tightly behind the car, not daring to poke his

clue where the sniper was hiding, George seized the moment and blew up the car’s gas tank.

George

just when things looked grim, Yves and

while Yves’s crew intercepted the killers trying to enter the shop, leading to a shootout.

took a quick look around and locked eyes with Yves across the

a moment, he hurriedly left with Isabelle in his

and check on Isabelle, but ultimately held back.

days later, Isabelle slowly woke

even more dilapidated than the old house she used to live in

air, something she couldn’t quite

a massive slum.

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