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    “Halfway there.


    Harlee, you’re quite impressive.


    Around sixty of my men down in just six minutes!” Then, Matteo crushed his champagne ss, rose, and seized a loudspeaker.


    “Miss Sanderson, four minutes remain. I’m eager to see how you manage the next forty or fifty!”


    Harlee drove her dagger into the chest of the man standing before her and then lifted her gaze to Matteo.


    Blood stained hershes, and her eyes, now tinted with red, zed with uncontroble hatred.


    “Hate looks good on you,” Matteo sneered, hisugh filled with malice.


    He took a puff from a cigarette handed to him by a subordinate.


    “Keep going, Miss Sanderson. You’re barely halfway to your goal. If you’ve still got the energy,e try to kill me. I’ll be here waiting.”


    Hisughter subsided, and the men around Harlee pressed in harder, their resolve as strong as ever, swarming her like an unstoppable wave.


    Harlee seized one man’s shoulder with a swift, forceful grip, effortlessly crushing it. She then used his body for leverage, stepping onto another man’s shoulder, and swiftly swung the dagger in her hand.


    “Oh, Miss Sanderson, by the way, I forgot to mention, the sniper who fired in your defense earlier tried to bend the rules to help you. Now…” Matteo casually kicked a wooden chair aside and advanced a few steps.


    “We can’t let cheaters off easy, can we?”


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    Harlee’s concern grew for Tonya. With a dagger in hand, she parried her assants, stealing nces toward Matteo. She noticed Tonya cornered by a dozen men. Jonathan was also trapped by Matteo’s forces, unable to help Tonya.


    Meanwhile, Matteo seemed untouchable.


    Despite bullets asionally zipping past, none reached him.


    He was shielded by a human wall.


    Any bullet aimed at him was blocked by someone else’s body.


    Harlee clenched her jaw, her grip on the dagger tightening. She wasn’t sure if they would survive, but she was certain that any faltering now would lead to catastrophe. She became a whirlwind of destruction, rapidly taking down another dozen adversaries in just a minute.


    As time passed, a hundred people dropped.


    Just then, Matteo’s taunting voice pierced the air once more.


    “Miss Sanderson, you have one minute left. If you can’t clear this lot within that time, then…


    Don’t me me for my cruelty!” His tone hinted at a sinister n he had prepared.


    Fueled by intense resolve, Harlee pushed her limits.


    Despite nearing exhaustion, she pressed on, well aware of the possibility that Matteo might not keep his promise. Yet, she continued to fight.


    Although it might be in vain, each enemy taken down was still a small victory.


    Harlee reasoned that the more of Waylon’s forces she eliminated, the safer Rhys and the others would be.


    Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted before her, and the remaining assants copsed quickly.


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