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    Errol stared at Harlee’s impassive face, shaking uncontrobly. He refused to believe anyone could remain so serene facing death. Surely, Harlee didn’t understand the terror of the auto-ignition trap. That must be why she appeared soposed.


    Errol said deliberately,


    “Harlee, do you understand what an auto-ignition trap is? Let me enlighten you. In three minutes, the walls and floor will erupt in mes. You’ll truly understand what it means to be burned alive, dying a desperate, helpless death.”


    Harlee sat calmly, her gaze lowered as she checked her phone once more. A slight, meaningful smile tugged at her lips as she slowly said,


    “Really? That’s thrilling. I’ll enjoy watching you die a suffering end.”


    “You…” Errol’s expression hardened as he stared at her intensely.


    “Let’s see if you remain soposed when the auto-ignition trap is activated!”


    Harlee responded with a casual,


    “Oh.”


    While Errol’s words didn’t frighten Harlee, they deeply unsettled N. Her mind had already been pushed to its limits, and now, she hadpletely lost her grip on reality.


    “There’s an old man here, ha-ha. Old men are my favorite targets…” N lunged toward Errol as she spoke.


    Moshe, following Errol’smand, seized N by the neck and delivered a sharp blow to her heart. N passed away instantly, without even sensing the pain.


    Witnessing this, aplex emotion surged through Harlee. She pondered why her circle of childhood friends was dwindling, though she was not yet old.


    “Tonya, I find myself missing you more and more,” Harlee murmured, touching her chest.


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    Three minutes ticked by, and the auto-ignition trap failed to activate. The looks on Errol’s and Moshe’s faces turned somber. They were utterly defeated.


    Errol couldn’t understand it. He had secretly arranged the instation of the auto-ignition trap. Why hadn’t it gone off? Why?


    Errol locked his gaze on Harlee, who remained expressionless, as though everything was unfolding exactly as she had expected. Slowly, a look of horror began to spread across his face.


    “Harlee, was all of this part of your n? Did you know what I was nning? That’s why you let us capture you—so you could trick N into talking. But why? How did you know all this? Why didn’t the auto-ignition trap work?”


    At that moment, Errol finally epted N’s im—that Harlee had orchestrated her own capture. But it was already toote.


    Harlee dusted off her clothes, stood up, and walked confidently toward the iron gate. Just then, Robbie, Stefan, Serena, and Jianna made their entrance, stunning Moshe and Errol with their arrival.


    The four of them entered with dramatic sound effects, striking a cool pose as they did. Of course, it was Stefan’s childish idea.


    “What… How is this possible? How did you guys manage to enter? Every door is secured with my iris scan. It should be impossible for anyone to enter!” Errol gripped his chest, his finger pointing in disbelief between Harlee and the four figures who had just appeared.


    As soon as Errol caught sight of Stefan, he choked, and a mouthful of blood escaped his lips.


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