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    The two SUVs thundered into view, tires screeching as they mmed to a halt. Like racecars grinding their brakes to a sudden stop, they carved deep ruts into the grass beneath them.


    The air fell unnervingly still, broken only by the whisper of the wind. A heavy tension nketed everyone present.


    The drone that had hovered overhead abruptly veered andnded on the hood of the lead SUV.


    Under watchful gazes, the front and rear doors of the first SUV swung open, and four figures stepped out.


    Their outfits mirrored those of Daniel’s crew, but these neers wore masks thatpletely hid their faces. Their audacious, unmistakable style broadcast one truth: these were Death Thorn’s Four Guardians!


    There was Clifton, whose gaze seemed perpetually adrift, lost in some distant reverie; Kieran, who looked like he’d never gotten a full night’s sleep; Heather, her hips swaying with the confidence of a runway queen; and Damian, sporting striking blonde braids.


    No one could say for certain if these four were the authentic guardians or mere imposters, but theirmanding presence made Daniel’s copycats appear amateurish byparison.


    Having disembarked, the quartet cast a dismissive nce toward the gathered crowd before moving toward the second ck SUV. Their movements were respectful yet assertive as they opened the driver and passenger doors.


    From the driver’s seat emerged a woman draped in a fiery red chiffon gown, masked, her dark, wavy hair cascading in dramatic waves.


    Her dress was a showstopper—adorned with massive roses whose red petals fluttered in the breeze, radiating a sultry, maic mour. Despite her breathtaking beauty, an aura of razor-sharp intensity and intimidation radiated from her. This was Doomsday Rose, the right hand of Death Thorn.


    Next, a figure in a flowing ck dress slipped out of the passenger seat. Also masked, her long, jet-ck hair tumbled like a silken waterfall down her back, exuding the mystique of an enchantress. Her gown was equally striking—ck fabric embroidered with golden thorns that sent chills through anyone who dared look. This was the legendary Death Thorn herself.


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    No one had ever glimpsed the true faces behind Death Thorn and Doomsday Rose, but judging by their figures, they seemed quite young. Yet, these two young women had turned Delta upside down, their names whispered in fearful awe across thend.


    In the tense silence that followed, Doomsday Rose and the Four Guardians nked Death Thorn as they approached the assembled group.


    No one dared break the silence—except for the woman in the blue dress beside Daniel, who let out a recklessugh. “Well, well, look who decided to show up! Another crew trying to steal our spotlight!” She pointed mockingly at Heather. “I’ll admit, you do a decent job copying Heather, but I pull it off with way more style! I hate it when people bite my vibe. One of us isn’t walking away today!”


    No one stopped the woman in blue from running her mouth. Everyone was riveted, eager to see how the showdown would unfold and to discern if these neers were truly the Thorn Rose crew. The woman in blue had a sharp tongue, but she was also a top-tier international assassin—not someone to be taken lightly.


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