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    The rumors imed the Deathbringer’s skill with a rifle was unmatched, striking down targets from impossible distances. Factoring in range, wind, and trajectory, the Deathbringer couldnd a shot with lethal precision. Even if those tales were embellished, the Deathbringer’s reputation was unquestionable—never once had the Deathbringer missed a target.


    Scarface leaned in closer, a wicked grin tugging at his mouth, and whispered against Moss’s ear, “She’s also Noxin, the master of poison who kills without leaving a trace.”


    His voice was soft, tinged with cruel amusement, yet to Moss, it tolled like a funeral bell, filling him with a terror unlike anything he had ever known.


    Being the Deathbringer alone was horrifying enough—but to learn Christina was also Noxin?


    The legends spoke of those who fell to Noxin’s hand, condemned to agony beyond imagination, their suffering prolonged instead of granted mercy. In the clutches of someone so merciless, even death was a kindness forever denied. Moss felt the blood drain from his body, his face ashen, ghostly pale. He had crossed Christina and now stood at her mercy—and that of her devoted followers—facing a nightmare from which no man could wake. The…


    The memory of his son’s grim fate burned through him, and dread consumed him, for he knew he would likely meet a torment just as savage.


    Scarface wrinkled his nose at the acrid stench of urine, his eyes flicking toward Moss’s soaked trousers.


    “Already pissed yourself? Pathetic! And this is only the beginning. Where’s that swagger you had when you preyed on the innocent? Scared now, huh? Our leader said we should repay you in the same coin you dealt to others. Mr. Glyn, savor these final moments.” Scarfaceughed darkly.


    pping his hands, Scarface summoned his subordinates back into the room. “Let’s treat Mr. Glyn the way he deserves, or risk disappointing the leader,” Scarface said with a cold smile.


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    “We won’t let the leader down!” his subordinates thundered in unison.


    Moss snapped back to reality, his eyes bulging in horror, his entire body quaking like a leaf in the wind. He cried out, “No… please, show some mercy. I know I was wrong. I won’t hurt anyone again. Please, just give me another chance. I’ll behave and fall back on the right track, I swear! I’ll hand over all my money to you—everything I own. Just let me go… please! Let me go…”


    His pleas rang out endlessly, desperate and hollow. But there was no sincerity in them—only terror, tears shed by a man cornered by forces far beyond his grasp.<fn4ffc> ?? ??? ???? ?? ???? ???? ???????s, ????s? ??s?? find~novel</fn4ffc>


    In Lorbridge, Christina had barely stepped out of the car when Dn rushed over and swept her into a tight embrace.


    “Chrissie, you’re finally back!” Dn spun Christina around in sheer exhration, his grin stretching wide across his face.


    “You’re going to make me dizzy—put me down already,” Christina said with augh.


    At once, Dn halted and carefully lowered her back to solid ground.


    “Have you been on your best behavior while I was away?” Christina asked, reaching out and grabbing his arm.


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