?Chapter 1196:


    In the soap operas he had watched, couples always seemed to find something magical in watching the sunrise together.


    “Alright.” Without another word, Harlee started the car, her hands steady on the wheel as she drove them toward the perfect spot to watch the first light of the day. The promise they had made three years ago—to watch the sunrise together—was finallying true.


    When darkness settled over Silver Peak, the campsite buzzed with life.


    Friends huddled together, couples cherished private moments, and partners reunited after brief separations…


    Crowds made Rhys uneasy, so Harlee secured a secluded upper ridge of the site, leaving the entire hillside for just the two of them.


    They sat in silence, leaning against one another as muted lights cast an eerie stillness over the world.


    After a while, the quiet was interrupted by rustling in the bushes.


    A shared nce was all it took before they vanished from the tent’s entrance.


    A momentter, Harlee’s slender figure appeared atop a boulder, her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.


    A gleaming silver handgun rested in her hand, her eyes sharp and merciless.


    Beside her stood Rhys’ towering figure, his trench coat ring in the breeze.


    A sleek ck weapon gleamed in his grip, his expression cold and unreadable.


    Masked assassins circled the tent, their movements full of menace, closing in swiftly.


    Harlee smirked at Rhys as they exchanged a knowing look.


    “If they’re itching for death, we might as well help them along.”


    Without hesitation, she raised her gun and fired.


    The sharp crack of the shot shattered the tension as an assassin fell lifeless to the ground, a bullet hole in his head.


    Realizing that they had been spotted, the rest of the assassins sprang into action, unleashing a hail of bullets at Harlee and Rhys’ position.


    Rhys’ gaze darted sharply as he yanked Harlee into his arms, securing her waist while they crouched behind a stone column for cover.


    In a heartbeat, Harlee’s trembling fingers sped his tightly, terror shing in her widened eyes.


    “I won’t let anything happen to you,” Rhys assured, his tone steady and resolute.


    “Stay with me.”


    Before she could respond, Rhys surged forward, dispatching…


    Two enemies fell with precise, unerring shots.


    His weapon shifted toward the remaining foes as he growled, “Is a worthless bounty really worth your life?”


    The remaining assassins faltered, exchanging uneasy looks, but none retreated.


    Rhys quickly closed in on the leader, disarming him with ruthless precision and sending him sprawling with a powerful kick.


    The assassins froze in shock but still refused to back down. One assassin seized a brief opening, lifting his weapon toward Rhys’ head.


    Two gunshots rang out in unison, and Harlee’s heart raced. She had been moments away from firing, but Rhys’ lethal uracy once again prevailed.


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