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    But the admiration vanished in the next heartbeat. The rider pulled out a baseball bat—seemingly from nowhere—and without warning, swung it. The bat smashed directly into Moss’s raised right hand with brutal precision.


    “Ahhh!” Moss screamed in agony, dropping to his knees as sweat poured down his face. Hisplexion turned ghostly white as he cradled his shattered hand, howling in pain. “M-my hand… My hand!”


    The rider slowed to a stop just ahead, turning to look back. No one could see the rider’s face behind the helmet, but somehow, everyone could feel the smug, devilish grin beneath it.


    The crowd began backing away instinctively, faces pale with fear. Katie and Ynda clutched Brendon’s arms, trembling. But Brendon wasn’t doing much better. His own face had gone pale.


    Only Christina stood firm, her eyes narrowing as she studied the rider. There was something about their posture and presence that felt familiar, as if they had met somewhere before.


    “Oh my! Honey! Honey!” Yvonne stood frozen for a heartbeat, then sprang forward in a frantic rush, her eyes wide with rm.


    Yvonne would’ve celebrated if that blow had sent Moss straight to his grave. But since he’d only managed to injure his arm, she had no choice but to hurry over with a show of desperate concern. “Darling, are you okay? I’ll call an ambnce right away.”


    With great effort, Yvonne helped Moss to his feet, fumbling for her phone in mock urgency.


    Both of them instinctively turned their gaze toward the rider. Moss’s face was twisted in pain, but fury burned behind his eyes, a sh of venomous rage darkening his expression.


    Then, without warning, the rider raised his hand and sliced it menacingly across his throat, cocking his head with a sharp tilt—a clear threat of beheading.


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    Horror-struck, Moss and Yvonne stumbled backward, their faces drained of all color. Moss forgot the throbbing pain in his arm. For a second, he even forgot how to breathe.


    As for Yvonne, the strength seemed to drain right out of her limbs. Her phone slipped from her fingers and shattered on the ground.


    The two of them couldn’t see the rider’s eyes, but a bone-chilling dread seemed to pierce straight through to their cores. What a terrifying presence. That was not the kind of man one dared to cross.<fn166b> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? Find_Novel(.</fn166b>


    “That man is quite something,” Davina muttered under her breath. Though his methods were undeniably savage, she couldn’t help but apud his actions in giving that repulsive old Moss a lesson he wouldn’t forget.


    Christina’s gaze narrowed ever so slightly. She had the strange feeling the rider was watching her. Even cloaked in ck and hidden beneath a helmet, even from this distance, there was a clear and dangerous edge radiating from him. That aura—cold and lethal—brought someone sharply to mind.


    As the face in her mind became clearer, Christina superimposed it onto the ck helmet. It was Terrence. No matter how tightly he was wrapped, he couldn’t conceal that signature air of daring arrogance—reckless, bold, and intoxicatingly lethal.


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