NovelUpdateChapter 3 Chapter 3: He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slip away.
"While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her.
"No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust.
The bald man's eyes widened in shock as blood spurted from the wound, his grip loosening.
Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which had been so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with cold determination.
What had once been a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a blood-stained rose-dark and dangerous. "Bitch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcthem, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding.
"Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle.
G☐☐☐☐☐☐.co] for more reading At this moment, the man who had been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, gun in hand, and unleashed a hail of bullets on the stunned thugs.
He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse.
Even the bald man Khloe had held hostage collapsed in a bloody heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKhloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the blood splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with blood-sticky and warm.
"Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, her knees buckling as she collapsed sideways.
But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement.
"Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!"
Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly m emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points.
Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force-battle-hardened, lethal.
Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to the knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison.
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