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    Though his lips formed a pleasant smile, his eyes remained cial and unsettling.


    He studied her with the focused intensity of a predator assessing its next meal.


    Without a hint of hesitation, Elena’s expression hardened. “I refuse.” In one fluid movement, she raised the gun and aimed directly at Earle.


    The bullet tore through the air—mercilessly.


    With inhuman speed, Earle evaded the shot. Elena couldn’t even track how he had managed to dodge it.


    The bullet buried itself into the wall behind him, leaving a jagged hole in the concrete.


    Acrid gunpowder scent permeated the alley as tension electrified the air. From the ck car behind them, four assassins emerged in perfect synchronization.


    Earle adjusted his floral shirt, his tone chilling as winter frost. “You’re quite stubborn, aren’t you? Let’s y a little game then.”


    Four elite assassins surrounded Elena. Armed with advanced weapons, they paused as Earlemanded with casual authority, “Take her alive.”


    The assassins holstered their guns and switched to cold steel, moonlight glinting off their des.


    Elena calmly assessed her situation, drawing her dagger from her bag with fluid grace. As the first assassin approached the car door, she kicked it open with explosive force and leaped out when the assassin dodged the blow.


    Her movements were swift and agile. Restricted from using firearms, the four elite assassins struggled to capture their suddenly elusive prey.


    Elena fired her gun with precision, hitting two assassins in the arms and legs.


    However, facing multiple opponents with limited ammunition, she holstered her weapon and engaged in closebat, bing a dance of deadly grace.


    Earle leaned against the car, observing the struggle for survival with the leisure of a man watching theater. Indeed, it was nothing less than a fight to the death.


    As Elena’s formidable skills became evident, the assassins who had initially underestimated her began to regard her with wary respect.


    Elena delivered a lightning-fast hook punch, her palm rotating as she twirled her dagger, driving the de deep into an assassin’s shoulder.


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    The metallic scent of blood quickly perfumed the night air.


    For these killers who thrived on violence, blood was their adrenaline, their intoxicant.


    Their attacks grew increasingly savage, and Elena found herself struggling to maintain her defense. She fought while retreating, but Earle stood behind her like a wall, leaving her no escape route. If this continued, she would soon be exhausted.


    Earle noticed her fatigue and chuckled, satisfactioncing his voice. “Give up the fight and join me. What’s so great about Wesley? Whatever he can offer you, I can double it. Just agree to help me develop weapons, and you can name your price.”


    Elena would sooner die than go to Avaloria, nor would she ever help Earle create instruments of death. She needed to find a way to alert the police before it was toote.


    Elena raised her dagger in defiance, blocking a relentless wave of attacks from the assassins.


    The sh of her de against their weapons produced a dull symphony of metal, forcing the nearest assassin back several steps.


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