?Chapter 575: Then, Harlee bestowed a fake smile upon the stunned and fearful men.


    Seems there are about thirty of you left.


    Will wiping you out one by one tire me, I wonder? Ahhh… Screams of dread filled the air.


    Several men copsed to their knees, pleading for mercy, while a few brave souls dared Harlee to a contest of speed, except for the one cautious man who had issued a warning earlier.


    Harlee suspected he was the actual leader.


    A flicker of resolve shone in her cold gaze as she rapidly targeted the man.


    Her trigger finger tightened.


    The initial bullet flew wide as the man sharply evaded.


    She took another shot.


    This too failed to find its mark.


    Bracing herself for another attempt, Harlee was caught off guard as the man lunged in a counterattack, supported by hisrades.


    Harlees survival instincts kicked in, and she quickly ducked into cover as a hail of bullets rained down around her.


    It dawned on her that the earlier altercation had been nothing more than a calcted ruse to catch her off guard and eliminate her with a single, well-ced shot.


    If the man hadnt evaded her two earlier shots, she might have been ensnared by their trap.


    The situation had escted far beyond her initial expectations.


    She had underestimated her enemies, mistaking them for mere thugs or swindlersa grave error, given their numbers and level of preparation.


    It was now ringly obvious that she had walked straight into their carefully orchestrated ambush.


    Her immediate priority was to locate amunication gap and contact Baldrick.


    The current circumstances made it clear that her adversaries had employed some method to obscure the shootout, preventing any external awareness or interference.


    Lαt??t chαpt?rs in ?ɑlnovels.???????????? The eerie silence outside only deepened her unease.


    Despite the chaos moments earlier, there was no sign of bystanders or activity.


    The unnatural stillness was as unsettling as the bullets that had flown moments before.


    You should go after him instead! The man responded with nothing more than a cold chuckle.


    A wave of panic crashed over Liam.


    I swear, Im not lying! Harleesst name is Sanderson, not Gill! Without warning, the man struck Liam across the face, his rage boiling over.


    This man had lost an arm because of Harlee.


    He figured he knew perfectly well what herst name was.


    Assuming Liam was trying to deceive him, the man found Liam as repugnant as Harlee.


    With a growl, the man raised his prosthetic arm, and the two men in ck on either side grabbed Liam, mping a hand over his mouth and dragging him away.


    Liam fought to break free, desperate to exin himself, but all he received were harsh, unspoken ps from the men in ck.


    Fear gripped Liam, and with his heart pounding, he dared not resist further.


    He let them handle him as they wished.


    Inside, his hatred for Harlee burned hot.


    She had never once thought of him when things were going well.


    But now, when danger loomed, she finally remembered him.


    What an ungrateful child! He had held himself back from seeking her out, thinking it was for her own good.


    How could someone like her, who had never truly cared, deserve his care? Liams mind shifted to his biological daughter, Adelina.


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