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    Given the few settled societies in the East Zone, Jack had simply taken advantage of the situation and imed leadership of this territory through his ruthless activities. Jack’splexion grew more ashen as hey on the floor, each wound pulsating with agony. He was on the brink of passing out from blood loss.


    Yet, Norah and the other two didn’t hold back their scathing criticism.


    “Who do you think you are? You’re all just garbage!” Norah said, her voice cutting through the air. Jack mustered hisst bit of energy and grumbled, “I’ve alerted the Breaker about your onught in the East Zone. They’lle for my revenge.”


    Jack had negotiated a pact back when he was in the secret passage, pledging the entire fortune of his gang to the Breaker for revenge. If his life were to end, the Breaker would seek retribution on his behalf.


    As this thought ran through his mind, Jack red at the trio lounging before him, pondering the irony. He often proimed himself the leader of the East Zone, yet he was acutely aware that true control over the areay elsewhere, beyond his grasp. In title, he was a leader, but in reality, his dominion was nominal.


    The Breaker, notorious throughout Lochdeer, imed dominion over the majority of the East Zone. Their criminal endeavors ranged from armed robbery and violent assaults to extortion, arms trafficking, and even murder, marking them as the architects of numerous nefarious acts. Their influence spanned both the underworld and legitimate spheres, garnering followers from the realms of business, politics, and entertainment. They were a group celebrated by many. On the inte, fans of the Breaker dered their allegiance, calling themselves “destroyers.”


    This wide-reaching acim meant the leader was indifferent to his public image, allowing Jack to ostentatiously im the title of the leader of the East Zone. For the Breaker, thisbel did nothing to diminish their dominance in Lochdeer.


    Norah, with her keen sense of hearing, picked up on Jack’s murmurs but couldn’t decipher his words. She gave him a brief, puzzled look, dismissing his mutterings as the ramblings of a man on the brink.


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    Ten minutes passed. Kelvin entered, carrying a semi-conscious Jimena. “I found her in quite thepromising position, seemingly juggling multiple gigs,” he remarked.


    Jimena’s attire was merely an ill-fitting men’s T-shirt, hinting at her state of undress beneath.


    Jack’s gaze on Jimena wasced with poison. He med her for his downfall. Had he not helped her vent out her frustration, he would have still reigned over the East Zone, albeit only in name.


    Upon seeing Jimena, Norah was incensed. “There’s no need for any of you to step in from here. Just watch,” she instructed.


    Spotting a ss of water on the table, Norah grabbed it and doused Jimena, rousing her with the shock of the cold ssh.


    Gasping for air, Jimena’s eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing Norah, her expression was one of utter disbelief. “It’s you! But… How?”


    Norah’s smile was bright yet utterly devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to her otherwise radiant appearance. “What? Are you surprised to find me here?” she asked, her voice cold andposed.


    With deliberate slowness, Norah drew her phone, shifting it into video recording mode. “I came here just so I could see you.”


    Next, Norah retrieved several slender needles,ying them out on the table. There was a line of six needles, their arrangement carrying an air of menace. “Looks like you’ve got a busy day ahead. First up, let’s start with some acupuncture,” Norah announced.


    The memory of Alice, covered in puncture wounds from Jimena’s vendetta, shed through Norah’s mind.


    She tapped her phone to begin recording, adjusting it for the best view, when suddenly the phone was gently taken from her grasp.


    “I’ve got this,” said Sean, offering to film.


    With the recording now in his hands, Norah’s focus shifted entirely to her task. She selected several needles, precisely inserting them into Jimena’s flesh.


    Jimena’s reaction was immediate and visceral as a sharp cry of agony escaped her. “Eek! The pain! It’s unbearable!”


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