Chapter 552
Chapter 552:
Should Ashton die in the blast, he would have no opportunity to defend his name. This sinister revenge had been masterminded by Fraser.
Ashton’s fate was to be a tragic and dishonorable death!
For Egan, the moment Ashton approached the cake signified the end. In his mind, Ashton’s demise was inevitable.
As Ashton turned toward him, Egan no longer felt the need to conceal his intentions.
A sinister smile crept across Egan’s face; he mockingly waved at Ashton, flaunting the detonator in his grasp.
With deliberate movements of his lips, he mouthed, “Goodbye. Regret crossing the Dark Night Organization in hell.”
However, Ashton had foreseen this turn of events well before returning to the banquet hall.
As the pivotal moment neared, Ashton’s eyes shone with icy resolve. In a swift motion, he flicked his wrist, sending a silver needle slicing through the air. Guided as if by an unseen hand, the needle pierced through the crowd and struck a critical acupoint on Egan’s arm.
Just as Egan was about to press the detonator, a sharp pain shot through his arm, followed by an instant numbness. Before he could grasp what was happening, the detonator slipped from his numb fingers, clattering to the floor.
How could this be happening at such a critical juncture?
Sweat dotted Egan’s forehead. Aware that special forces were monitoring the crowd closely, he knew failing to act meant his own end was near.
In desperation, Egan bent to retrieve the detonator.
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But before his fingers could close around it, Ashton, moving like a specter, navigated through the crowd and appeared before him. Sensing imminent danger, Egan, in a panic, gritted his teeth and attempted to stomp on the detonator with his foot.
Yet, Ashton remained a step ahead.
As Egan lifted his foot, Ashton unleashed a powerful kick, propelling him a few feet back.
The sudden violence shocked the surrounding guests, including several affluent businessmen close to Egan, who immediately cried out in outrage.
“Stop! Do you know who he is? He’s the chairman of Sup Group. Are you trying to destroy your life in Staville?”
Without even glancing back, Ashton’s voice was cold as he replied, “I suspect he’s entangled in this terror scheme. Anyone who intervenes will be regarded as an accomplice and arrested on the spot!”
The special forces officers, resolute and in sync, bellowed, “Orders acknowledged!”
Upon hearing this, the individuals who had initially prepared to defend Egan promptly fell silent, bowing their heads and no longer daring to utter a sound.
Meanwhile, Egan, recovering from his tumble, clambered back to his feet. Disregarding his discomfort, he lunged for the detonator once more.
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