?Chapter 211:
The stunning Norah astride the motorcycle was the very one the two members from the Sacredice spared no effort in ensuring her safety, determined to prevent any harm from befalling her.
“If she sustains any injuries, our mission will bepromised,” one of the members said.
In response to the concern voiced, the driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on the group of men ahead. “We’ll handle it with caution. Once theye to a stop, we’ll take them out swiftly.”
He had recognized them as thugs under Jack, a notorious figure in the East Zone renowned for their involvement in robbery and other criminal activities. His crew was known for their unyielding nature and formidable presence.
The motorcycle was bound for the East Zone of Lochdem.
“Understood.” The two members of the Sacredice exchanged a resolute nce, steeling themselves for the task ahead.
To reach the East Zone, they had to navigate through a deste area, characterized by a straight, twone road nked by abandoned, unfinished buildings.
As they rode, Norah couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at their surroundings. The idea of a deserted building being an ideal location for nefarious activities crossed Norah’s mind.
She slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road.
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“What’s going on?” Impatient, a man leaped off the motorcycle, eager to know the cause of Norah’s abrupt stop.
The man’s irritation at the dy caused by Norah was evident.
Ordinarily, they would have been nearing the East Zone by now, but her request for a break disrupted their progress.
Norah gestured toward the abandoned building. “I need to take a break. Would you mind apanying me?”
The feigned fear reflected in Norah’s eyes triggered Jack’s associates’ protective instincts, prompting them to offer their support and assurance.
“Of course, we’ll apany you.”
“Hey, thisdy invited us to go with her. It would be impolite to refuse, wouldn’t it?”
“Count me in. I’ll join you.”
Her statements were interpreted as an invitation. What might transpire between her and a seemingly weak woman near the abandoned building? The man appeared to have thought about this, gazing at Norah’s lovely face. He reached out with his hand.
“I’ll…”
Norah’s demeanor remained indifferent as she coldly observed them. She vowed to have these four men meet their miserable ends.
“I see impatience has gotten the better of you, huh? Woman.” A flicker of malice crossed the man’s face briefly. “You’ll learn soon enough. Go. She desires ourpany, and we’ll oblige.”
The four men allowed Norah to take the lead as they encircled her, advancing toward the iplete structure.
A ck car pulled up about a hundred meters from the motorcycle.
Two figures inside eagerly readied themselves for action.
“This is it.”
“I’ll handle three; you handle the other. Ready?”
The man in the passenger seat loaded bullets into the rifle resting on the back seat.
With the rifle in hand, he was the first to step off the vehicle.
The half-finished building loomed ahead, its skeletal frame casting eerie shadows even in the afternoon sun. One of the crew rubbed his arms. “Why does it feel like a chill the moment we step in?”
As they ventured further, silence descended, the distant hum of traffic fading into nothingness.
Norah listened intently, detecting no presence apart from their group.
The man turned to Norah, a lecherous grin on his face. “Hey, pretty thing, this whole thing’s just an excuse, right? Your real purpose is to have some fun with us, isn’t it? I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
“You two, grab her. I want the pleasure of snatching her myself.”
The two selected men advanced toward Norah, reaching out to seize her.
“Ah, don’t know what you did to tick off Jack, but after dealing with us, you’ll have to deal with him too. I’m serious.”
“Bang. Bang.”
Two intense gunshots rang out, cutting short the man’s arrogant words and causing everyone in the building to experience a temporary ringing in their ears.
Upon closer inspection, the two men who had been poised to grab Norah were now writhing in pain on the ground, clutching their injured areas.
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