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    Crueler than death. Those caught in her grip longed for a quick end, praying for it in vain, day after day.


    At the thought of the leader’s methods, Scarface shivered uncontrobly. She was merciless toward her enemies, yet to her own, she was fair and fiercely protective.


    “Our loyalty to the leader knows no bounds!” Scarface suddenly shouted.


    His subordinates echoed in perfect unison, “Our loyalty to the leader knows no bounds!”


    “We’ll do anything for the leader! We’ll die for the leader!” Scarface’s voice grew wilder, echoing like a battle cry, his devotion ringing out even in the leader’s absence.


    With unflinching fervor, his subordinates roared together, “We’ll do anything for the leader! We’ll die for the leader!”


    Moss stared at them wide-eyed, trembling as their madness filled the air and murderous intent radiated from every one of them. They were lunaticspletely unhinged, totally insane.


    Moss racked his brain, struggling to recall when he had ever crossed paths with their leader—or even who this leader was. If he had known, he never would have dared provoke such fanatics. Now he was trapped in the clutches of a pack of zealots, hopelessly cornered.


    “Folks, go stand guard outside,” Scarface ordered with a flick of his hand. Scarface’s subordinates obeyed instantly, leaving only Scarface and Moss in the dim, stifling room.


    Moss had resigned himself to inescapable death, but seeing the shift in the situation, a faint spark of hope flickered inside him. This scar-faced man seemed to have his own agenda. Despite all his grand ims of loyalty and his refusal to betray his leader, he looked quick to turn his back. It made sense, though. After all, money had a way of bending almost everyone to its will. Moss forced a trembling smile and whispered, “Spare me, and we cane to an arrangement. Just name your price.”


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    “Still grinning while standing at death’s door? Do you even realize who you’ve crossed?” Scarface sneered.


    At first, Scarface had intended to keep quiet about the true identity of the person Moss had offended. But now he changed his mind. Very few knew his leader’s real identity, but he was among the select few who did.


    “Who is it?” Moss asked, his voice shaking with dread.


    Scarface leaned in close, a chilling grin stretching across his face. He let out a low chuckle before finally saying, “Christina Jones.”


    Moss’s heart skipped a beat, his expression twisting into sheer disbelief. Christina was the leader of these insane assassins? A womanmanding such ruthless followers—she had to be more dangerous than any of them. Moss’s mind reeled, unable to take it in. If this scar-faced man hadn’t said it himself, he never would have believed something so far-fetched.


    “Surprised?” Scarface asked, pride dripping from his tone.


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