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    Norah, her expression stern, confronted the gang leader. “You’re the leader of the Inferno Alliance?”


    “You know who I am?” the leader replied, visibly startled. “Trying to connect won’t help you today.”


    Turning to his men, he instructed, “Leave Miss Andrews unharmed. Just bring her here, and for your cooperation, you can spend time with those two women. I’ll take the fairest.”


    His words coldly sealed the fate of the four without a second thought.


    In a moment of tense silence, Norah’s emotions flickered across her face. Suddenly, she lifted her hand and fired. “Uh…” The targeted man clutched his chest and copsed, his fall reluctant.


    The other men stood frozen, shocked by Norah’s skillful shooting. Despite the distance, her casual yet deadly shot took them by surprise.


    One of the men, terrified, stumbled backward, stammering, “Boss, we… we…”


    The gang leader’s expression grew grim. “So, you’re the yer of my men. I had ns to spare you.”


    He pointed his gun directly at Norah and pulled the trigger without hesitation. A gunshot rang out, but almost simultaneously, a man beside him shoved him aside, causing him to miss. He stared in disbelief at the small bullet hole near the door. They had fired at the same moment. Had it not been for the timely intervention, he might have been the one with a bullet in his head.


    “As the leader of the Inferno Alliance, you don’t seem to be too skilled with firearms,” Norahmented, eyeing the bullet hole just off mark from her position. Her voice was teasing,ced with confidence.


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    “If that’s the best you can do, I’d advise against wasting your time with us. Otherwise, you’ll end up like them,” she warned, her tone dark yet alluring, echoing ominously in the room.


    Susanna’s eyes sparkled with admiration for Norah, seeing her as both heroic and beautiful. She felt a surge of security in her presence.


    The gang leader, no stranger to dangerous situations, quickly assessed the threat Norah posed. He realized she was as formidable in action as she was in words. Trying to maintain hisposure, he retorted, “Enough talk. Let’s see who’s quicker on the draw.”


    No sooner had he spoken than the guns of five of his men were trained on Norah, each one firing.


    The barrage wasn’t from a single gun, but from five, intensifying the peril. Joanna and Susanna, cowering behind cover, cried out in rm.


    “Norah, take cover!” they screamed, their voices filled with fear and desperation.


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