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    Len pulled on his pants, ignoring the throbbing ache in his body. Hands sped behind his back, he stood on the other side of the bed. “What now? Justin leaked the news just this afternoon, and youe running here at night to negotiate?”


    Ashton nced sideways at Len. Only after confirming his pants were secure and he would not expose himself did Ashton remove his hand from Briar’s eyes. “Mr. Ernest, do you really think I’m nothing without the Wade family?”


    Once her vision was clear, Briar ignored the “negotiation” between Ashton and Len and began to stroll casually around the bedroom.


    With incredible strength, she lifted two armchairs to barricade the door. She then walked over to the two unconscious foreign women, grabbed one in each hand, dragged them to the doorway, and piled them up to block the entrance.


    She did all this with an ease and naturalness that suggested she had done it hundreds of times before.


    Ashton watched Briar from the corner of his eye with a faint smile. But when he looked at Len, his expression turned cold and menacing.


    Len was startled by Ashton’s oppressive presence, but he was unwilling to admit he was intimidated by someone so much younger.


    He deliberately tilted his chin and sneered. “Ashton, don’t tell me you really think you’ve ruled Shoneport for so many years on your own skill?”


    After finishing her work, Briar returned to Ashton’s side. Hearing Len’s gratingugh, she murmured, “Honey, hisugh is awful. I want to punch him.”


    Ashton patted her head soothingly. “Now, now. We’re civilized people. We can’t just hit someone without a very good reason.”


    Briar had a realization. “Is being too ugly a good enough reason?”


    Ashton nodded and removed his hand from Briar’s head. “That’s enough. Go ahead.”


    The moment Ashton finished speaking, Briar shot forward like an arrow, moving so fast that Len didn’t even have time to react.


    Len’s pupils constricted sharply. His body sensed the danger before his mind could. But he was too old and too slow to move.


    Before he could turn to dodge, Briar kicked him against the wall. He then slid down and hit the floor hard.


    Len screamed, his face contorted in pain.


    Since retiring from power, he had indulged himself more and more, relying on the leverage he held over others to live out every decadent fantasy.


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    Especially after moving into Summit One, Len partied every night for his <i>own </i>are contently indulging in a wide array of new and different pleasures.


    For an extra thrill, he hadid a thick, shag carpet on <i>his </i>bedroom floor, so that even if something beery crashed down, very little sound would escape the room.


    At that moment, Len was filled with regret. If he had known Ashton would bring his fierce wife over songs, The would have had the shag carpet removed.


    Now that no sound could escape, no one would ever discover it, even if he were beaten to death <b>in </b><b>this </b>very


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    Len was certain they had turned his bedroom surveince against him. Otherwise<b>, </b><b>his </b><b>men </b>would have immediately noticed something was amiss.


    Len struggled to get up from the floor. “What… What do you want? If you kill me, you will be hunted by all of


    Dasma,”


    “Kill you? In your dreams!” Briar cracked her knuckles. As Len stared in terror, she produced several gold needles with a demonic smile. “I love nothing more than to watch <b>my </b>enemies suffer a fate worse than death <fn2cb1> Content originallyes from find·novel</fn2cb1>


    Len’s voice trembled as he stared at the golden needles in Briar’s hand. “Stay away! <b>If </b>you dare use the Golden 81 Needles on me, I’ll make Tristan suffer a hundred, a thousand times more.”


    Len blurted out Tristan’s name out of anxiety.


    Len shouldn’t have mentioned Tristan. The moment he did, Briar’s fury skyrocketed. “So my mentor and the others really are connected to you. Perfect. That saves me the trouble of tracking him down.”


    Len frowned, ‘What’s going on? Hadn’t Tristan said that Briar waspletely obedient to him as her mentor? Why isn’t bringing up Tristan having any effect?‘


    But Len didn’t know that after Briar discovered Zeke and the other old men’s involvement <i>in </i>Rosalia’s experiment, Tristan had secretly fled from his secluded ind hideout.


    Just as Zeke understood Briar, Tristan also knew her temperament perfectly. Once she learned of his role in her mother’s tragedy, she’de for him without mercy.


    Instead of waiting for Briar to skin him alive, it was better to find a new hiding ce right away.


    For his own safety, Tristan did not tell anyone that he was running away. Therefore, Len had no idea that Tristan’s escape had already enraged Briar.


    Ashton stood beside Len with his arms crossed, blocking him from crawling away.


    Then, he calmly watched Briar at work. Like a demon conducting a ritual, Briar used her needles to turn Len from a screaming, iling man into a drooling wreck, twitching uncontrobly with his mouth twisted and his eye skewed.


    “Honey, we’re out of time.” Ashton nced at his watch. They had been in the room for five and a half minutes.


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    Their system override could only loop the security footage for six minutes. After that, it would cut back to live


    feed.


    And no matter how vigorous Len’s nightly entertainment was, there was no way the guards would believe he could keep going for more than six minutes straight.


    Therefore, they had to rush to safely leave the bedroom within five and a half minutes. Thirty more seconds to retreat from the third floor to the conservatory, then slip away from here unnoticed.


    “Alright, this is thest one,” Briar said without looking up, as she inserted the final needle into Len’s head.


    Len, whose face was already contorted, wentpletely ck. In an instant, his eyes zed over <b>as </b>he began to drool uncontrobly like a stroke victim, a grotesque sight to behold.


    “Let’s go.” After stowing away the golden needles, Briar and Ashton quickly left the bedroom.


    Following the same route they had climbed, they silently jumped onto the conservatory roof.


    Just as theynded on the conservatory roof, a shrill rm red from the third floor.


    “Quick! Something’s happened to Mr. Ernest!”


    Ashton and Briar exchanged a look, pulled out the small, gourd–shaped time bombs they carried, and threw them as they retreated until they leaped onto the courtyard wall.


    Ashton activated the timer, took Briar’s hand, and jumped down with her. They sprinted toward their car at top speed.


    Frank was already in the driver’s seat. When he saw the two of them rush out safely, he immediately started the car and opened the doors to pick them up.


    Once Ashton and Briar jumped into the back seat, Frank stepped on the gas, and the car sped off.


    Just as their car cleared the st zone, a massive explosion reduced the courtyard wall they had just climbed to rubble.