Chapter 757
Chapter 757:
With a swift gesture from Janice, her followers surged ahead. Dressed in black, with masks concealing their faces, they moved with the stealth and precision of night assassins, evoking a deep fear of death.
“Stop them now!” Harlan yelled, backing away.
However, his injury hindered his escape. The abrupt movement reopened his wound, causing blood to stain the bandage wrapped around his waist.
“Ah!” Harlan screamed in pain, his legs buckling before he fell to the ground.
Pale and writhing in agony, he dragged himself forward, determined not to stop.
“Harlan, weren’t you eager to settle our scores? Why are you running now?”
A chilling voice reached Harlan’s ears, making him tremble and his eyes widen in terror as if he had heard a demonic murmur.
He turned to see Janice’s eyes, cold and menacing beneath her golden mask, more daunting than before.
“Master MO, this is all a grave misunderstanding.” Despite his ghastly complexion, Harlan managed a groveling smile. “I had no part in any assassination plot. It was Conley. Yes, Conley! He has harbored resentment since you embarrassed him on White Goose Mountain, so he wanted to kill you.”
Janice chuckled darkly before suddenly grasping Harlan’s wounded side.
The sharp pain caused Harlan to reel, his mind swirling with confusion. “Master MO, you once said the stabbing was merely a warning. I’ve steered clear of trouble since. Why pursue me still?”
“You’re correct. That stab was indeed a warning,” Janice said, her lips twisting into a sinister smile. “But it was a warning not to flee. I intended for you to remain exactly where you were until I was ready to end your life.”
Harlan’s eyes narrowed as he began to thrash desperately, disregarding the intense pain in his side.
Confronted with the face of death, he summoned all his strength, driven by the urgent need to escape MO, the fearsome woman. A heavy thud resonated.
𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧺𝖼𝗈𝗺
Janice delivered a forceful blow to the back of Harlan’s head, rendering him unconscious.
“Simply killing you would be too merciful. I want you to endure a lifetime of retribution for hurting Aiden.”
Janice rose to her feet, looking over the scene of the conflict.
The men Harlan had brought with him were sprawled lifelessly across the ground.
“Dispose of these bodies and leave no evidence behind.” She then looked down at Harlan’s prone form. “As for him… mutilate his tongue, mar his face, and send him to that infernal place.”
“Understood!”
Ding!
The sound of a notification cut through the night.
Janice retrieved her phone and saw it was a message from Jorge.
She scowled and opened it, only to find a single word: stomach.
“What is this?” Janice pondered whether Jorge had sent the message in error.
As she was about to dismiss it and put her phone away, a sudden insight dawned on her, altering her expression dramatically.
“Something has happened to Jorge!”
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