Chapter 1677


    "Who the heck are you?" Sam struggled, shocked by the grip of the young girl. He hadn''t expected a


    teenage girl to pack such a punch. There was definitely more to her than met the eye!


    "Boss, what do we do?" Horace was taken aback. Another crew had shown up, eager to snatch Sam


    from them, and they were well-armed, while they werepletely unarmed.


    Suddenly, a swarm of henchmen spilled out from the auction house. They were all under Steward''s


    thumb, working together from the inside out, all to ensure they walked away with Sam tonight.


    Now, Arabe and Horace found themselves surrounded on all sides.


    "Boss, maybe we should just let them have him for now and we can nab him another time," Horace


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    took one look at the situation and realized escaping from their clutches was going to be nigh on


    impossible.


    "Your friend''s got brains." A smirk was curled into Steward’s lips, "But today, none of you are getting


    away."


    He''d been hunting her for two days, and now she''d waltzed right into his hands. Tonight, she was going


    down too!


    "Talking tough, huh," Arabe tossed Sam to Horace and struck fast.


    Steward didn''t expect to be looked down on by a mere girl. Thest time they''d met, he''d been lenient,


    sparing her his worst out of a twisted sense of chivalry. But not this time. He had his pride as a man to


    reim!


    He countered her moves swiftly, and the two were locked in a fierce battle. As the others saw that Sam


    was with Horace, they moved in, "Hand him over."


    "Boss, boss," Horace swallowed hard, realizing all eyes were on him. They had formed a circle with


    him at the center, steadily closing in. He watched helplessly as they cocked their guns, barrels aimed


    straight at him.


    Horace thought of a phrase: no way out. Even if he had wings to fly, he figured they''d shoot him full of


    holes.


    After Arabe took Steward down, she saw the crowd surrounding Horace. She grabbed Steward, took


    his gun, and pointed it at his head.


    "Move an inch closer, and I''ll shoot him."


    The crowd hesitated, their nimble boss Steward, now helpless in the grip of a girl. And Steward looked


    beaten up, utterly pathetic.


    Steward had lost face. He had never expected the level of herpetence was way higher than him.


    Last time someone dropped a smoke shell and she ran away during the chaos. He hadn’t really


    confronted with her personally, and now.


    He couldn’t only admit that there was always someone better than him; he underestimated her.


    "Steward." No one dared to make a move, fearing for their boss''s life.


    But Steward still had some nerve left in him, "Don''t be afraid, she won''t shoot. Today, we''re taking them


    all down. What are you waiting for? Move!"


    As soon as he finished speaking, Arabe pressed the gun even closer to his head, and even pulled


    the trigger, her presence icy and menacing.


    "Buddy, I''d shut it if I were you. Our boss here, she''ll really send you to meet your maker." Horace,


    holding onto Sam, offered his advice sympathetically, "Maybe you should tell your guys to back off. We


    just want this guy; no need to end your lives."


    "This guy, we''re taking him." Steward had already botched things upst time; he was dead set on


    capturing them now, "Not just him, I want you two as well."


    "You’re overestimating yourself," Arabe pulled the trigger, the bullet whizzing just over his head,


    threading through his hair.


    The crowd gasped, even Steward nearly lost hisposure. Seeing strands of his hair fall to the


    ground, he felt his knees weaken.