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    Earle grunted, a sound of pain escaping him atst.


    Elena took advantage of his falter, broke free from his hold, and withdrew the knife, stepping back in revulsion. She fiercely wiped her lips, her eyes alight with intense loathing.


    As soon as Elena remembered that Earle had just kissed her, rage erupted within her. Why hadn’t that knife taken his life? Her expression turned cold, her chilling demeanor enough to stop anyone dead in their tracks.


    Earle touched his lips, relishing the memory of their kiss, her lips as soft as he had envisioned.


    Leaning against the wall, breathless, with his shirt stained in blood, excitement lit up his eyes. Hisbored breathing stemmed not from his injury but from the excitement he barely managed to control.


    His mind raced with the desire to overpower Elena, to im her with fervent passion, igniting a fiery look in his eyes.


    Meanwhile, Elena nced at her phone. No updates from Lydia meant they were still trapped at the reservoir. She needed a strategy to coerce Earle into letting them go. Reasoning with him was useless. She prepared for a fight. Gripping the dagger firmly, she no longer hesitated and targeted his critical points. She refused to believe he was truly unafraid of death.


    Earle, growing paler from the blood loss, leaned against the wall casually. As the dagger neared his neck, he swiftly dodged.


    His evasion revealed his true fear of death to Elena. Realizing this, she knew she could defeat him.


    Her assault was unyielding, its intensity elerating with increased ferocity. As the fight continued, Earle’s existing wound tore wide open, bleeding more freely. The air filled with the acrid smell of blood.


    His responses grew sluggish, and his arm was hurt. Gradually, his defenses faltered, and his wounds multiplied.


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    Despite the pain, Earle’s eyes gleamed with wild excitement, and his lips twisted into that same manic grin—he looked every bit the lunatic.


    While any normal person would have been overwhelmed by fear, Elena focused single-mindedly. Viewing him as a madman, she figured one more solid strike might bring him to his senses.


    As their fierce duel waged indoors, outside thepound, Shadow’s assassins shed violently with the ops team.


    With the captives’ savage onught against Shadow’s assassins, the ops team managed to carve a path out of the reservoir.


    Despite the ops team’s elite training, carrying children impeded their agility,plicating their efforts to repel Shadow’s relentless assassins.


    Leading the charge were the captives, while Lydia safeguarded the children at the back, pushing toward the exit.


    Bullets flew ceaselessly, increasing the toll of fallen captives. The ops team used their bodies as shields to protect the children.


    One team member, wounded in the leg, winced in pain. “Lydia, they’re relentless, with moreing this way. We can’t get out.”


    For every assassin that went down, another quickly took their ce.


    Lydia clenched her jaw, swearing quietly. They were so close to the exit. Failure was not an option!


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