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    “Why follow a woman? What makes her fit to be your leader? You should follow me instead—I can give you a life of luxury,” Moss said, desperation bleeding through.


    But Moss had gravely underestimated Scarface’s devotion to Christina.


    Scarface’s fist mmed into Moss, and Moss’s mouth filled with blood.


    “How dare youpare yourself to my leader?” Scarface spat with contempt. His eyes shed with scorn as he drove a knife deep into Moss’s arm.


    “Ah!” Moss screamed, his face turning crimson from the agony, veins bulging across his neck. Damn it! No matter how enticing the offers, this scar-faced man refused to budge! That wretched woman, Christina—what was so special about her that she inspired such loyalty?


    What Moss didn’t know was that Christina had once saved Scarface’s life, and he was a man bound by unshakable loyalty.


    From the moment Christina had pulled him back from death, Scarface had sworn his life belonged to her. Even if she wanted his life, he would dly offer it without hesitation. She had not only saved him but also avenged him and treated him with rare kindness. Betraying her was not an option.


    “I’m in a good mood today,” Scarface said, pulling out his phone. “So I’ll let you know how your son met his end.”


    Moss froze, his breath catching in his throat. Before he could react, the gruesome image of his son’s death lit up the screen—merciless, brutal, and beyond words.


    “You…” Moss’s eyes zed with fury as he red at Scarface. “You killed my son?”


    “Yeah, he asked for it. My leader only left him impotent—it was already mercy. But he insisted on throwing his life away by provoking my leader…” Scarface replied, his gaze locked on Moss, a mocking smile curling at his lips.


    Pausing, he added, “Like father, like son—both of you hell-bent on destruction. If you had half a brain, you wouldn’t have ended up like this. My leader isn’t just anyone. Who knows what you might’ve done to her if she were just some ordinary person? My leader has another identity. Want to hear it?”


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    Moss froze in terror, though a bitter me of anger still smoldered beneath his fear. He scoffed, his toneced with mockery. “And what other identities could Christina possibly im? At most, she’s just a race car driver…”


    Moss already knew Christina was a legendary race car driver. That was—remarkable, of course—yet not dazzling enough to truly brag about.


    Scarface, unaffected by Moss’s dismissive sneer, leaned back with a smug grin, eager to savor his reaction once Christina’s other identities unraveled. Either one of her two identities alone was enough to leave anyone utterly shaken. “Racing is just one of my leader’s hobbies. She’s the Deathbringer,” Scarface said, pride ringing in his voice.


    Moss’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He blinked at Scarface, stammering, “Y-you… what did you just say she is?”


    Moss could hardly believe his ears. Was his mind deceiving him? This had to be some cruel hallucination. Christina was nothing more than a striking beauty—how could she possibly be the dreaded Deathbringer? If she truly was, she could snuff out his life from miles away with a single pull of the trigger.


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