?Chapter 583: He adjusted the lens, but there was no sign of Kareem falling.


    Instead, Harlee flipped him a rude gesture.


    Damn it! the man eximed, furious that his position had beenpromised even from hundreds of meters away.


    In a fit of rage, he smashed the binocrs to the ground.


    Retreat! Tell everyone to pull out of Baythorn immediately! the man snarled at his subordinates.


    As for those still in the parking lot, he decided to use them to distract Harlee for a while.


    Just then, Cormac Moore, the only one having escaped from the parking lot, said, Sir, maybe we dont need to pull out so quickly.


    Cormac shared the news that Matteo had sought a potential alliance.


    Matteos younger brother is in Baythorn.


    If we work with them, getting rid of that woman would be a lot easier.


    Without warning, the man pulled out a gun and shot Cormac in the leg.


    Dont ever let me catch you acting so recklessly again! Without another word, the man turned and walked away.


    The guard who had been trailing the man leaned close to Cormacs ear and whispered, How can you be sure they actually want to cooperate? Cormacs eyes snapped up.


    He suddenly realized that his burning hatred for Harlee had clouded his judgment, pushing him to entertain reckless thoughts.


    He deserved the punishment he had just received.


    Your favorite stories g?lnσνels Meanwhile, at the parking lot, Harlees presence had turned the tide.


    Once struggling to hold their ground, Kareem and the others now followed her lead.


    They mirrored her swift, calcted moves, evading explosions almost effortlessly.


    Hidden in the shadows, a man saw his moment.


    His rough finger curled around the trigger, poised to strike.


    Just as he was about to act, a cold de pressed against his neck.


    He knew without a shadow of a doubt that the de could slice through his throat in an instant before he had a chance to trigger the bomb strapped to his chest.


    He didnt dare move a muscle.


    The man knew only one person could sneak up behind him without raising so much as a whisper of rm.


    It was that crazy woman, Harlee.


    Images of hisrades heads being twisted and severed shed through his mind.


    He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he muttered, Surrender.


    A low, amusedugh drifted to his ears.


    Dont move.


    If you do, you will lose your manhood first.


    A chill snaked down the mans spine as his lower body stiffened instinctively.


    The memory of hisrades severed penis rolling on the ground shed before his eyes, sending a sharp pang of agony through him.


    This time, he dared not move nor even utter a sound.


    Satisfied with hispletepliance, Harlee drew another knife and swiftly sliced through the explosives strapped to him.


    Throwing the explosives off him, she then kicked them aside.


    The man froze, stunned into silence.


    He couldnt believe what had just happened.


    The explosives were no fake props.


    They were live, deadly bombs! Yet, Harlee had handled them as if she were disarming toys.


    His hands trembled, not from the threat of death, but from the terror of losing his manhood.


    The man cast a desperate nce at the discarded bomb lying on the ground, almost wishing it would detonate and end his misery.


    The gap between him and Harlee was insurmountable, so wide that the thought of detonating the bomb seemed almostughable.


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