When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 60 The Ambush in the Black Market

Chapter 60 The Ambush in the Black Market

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Security in the black market was strict. Every person who entered had to be searched for weapons or anything dangerous-the place’s safety was too sensitive.

After Jensen and Hansel were checked, Hansel pointed down a narrow street. “Mr. Luke, they say Miss Natalie’s ashes were seen inside a shop at the far end of this street.”

“Go! Take me there!”

The moment Jensen heard a lead on Natalie’s ashes, he strode off quickly toward the street.

But he hadn’t gone far when a burlap sack dropped from above, yanking tight around him.

Before he could react, a storm of fists and boots rained down, pounding him from every direction.

“Ah! Who-who’s hitting me?”

Jensen fought to break free, but every move only made the blows harsher.

At some point, the whole street had been cleared. Hansel was seized too, gagged and blindfolded, dragged away by force.

Baron’s eyes glinted coldly in the shadows.

He’d grown up in the slums, thrown into the streets while still a boy. By the time he was a teenager, he was running with gangs. He knew exactly where to hit a man so the pain cut deep without leaving permanent damage.

Truthfully, his first instinct was to end Jensen here and now with a single strike.

heart, who left her for dead in the fire. Even killing him ten thousand times would never

Jensen and Sharon had to be dealt with by Natalie herself. Her own revenge, by

that didn’t stop him from collecting some interest

each kick sharp. Jensen cursed through gritted teeth, his

all his life, Jensen had never been

out and fight me one-on-one!” His

the sack.

sharp laugh and answered through a voice changer. “Fight you? You’ve watched too many TV dramas. If I’m here to take you down, why would I let you out?

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as

hoping to recognize the voice. But the use of a

hell are you? Do you dare give me your

Natalie’s designs for your fortune, while smiling and signing a marriage license with your crush. Sweet as honey. And when Natalie wasn’t useful anymore? You burned her alive, left her with no remains. Who could possibly

mounted with

have been, to ever love

startled by how much the stranger seemed to know. “Who are you? What’s your connection to Natalie?

to find Natalie’s ashes. And this man spoke

inside the sack, struggling

even pressed back against his

drove a fist into

dull crack sounded. Jensen gave a

him. Jensen’s body was covered in bruises, blue

gaze dropped to

gleaming in the light, was a pair of uniquely designed