Chapter 1197: Chapter 1197

Chapter 1197:

Without hesitation, Harlee advanced, eliminating several more opponents. She grabbed Rhys and pulled him toward a new hiding spot, muttering, “You’ve gotten sloppy. Stay alert.”

If he hadn’t reacted first, he’d have been dead.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” Rhys replied softly, keeping his attention fixed on their surroundings.

“I promised to keep you safe, and I will.”

Suddenly, the sound of more footsteps echoed around them. More enemies were coming.

Harlee’s face paled. She hadn’t anticipated Waylon sending not just assassins but his personal guards. This wasn’t just an ambush—it was an execution.

Waylon might not have realized Rhys’ true identity, but he wasn’t taking chances. Interpol’s involvement made it clear to Waylon that Rhys was a threat that needed to be eliminated.

Harlee’s blood ran cold. Rhys could handle a dozen enemies, but an army…

Harlee staggered backward, cold fear seeping through her veins.

Her hands trembled as she reached for Rhys, seeking reassurance.

Rhys glanced down at her quivering fingers, understanding instantly. This marked the first time he had seen her truly afraid.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you until the very end,” he declared, gripping her hand and placing it over his heart.

“You said you had people keeping an eye on me. If they haven’t shown up yet, it means they’ve spotted something wrong and are getting reinforcements. We just need to hold off the initial wave. Once Christopher and the others get here, we can launch a counterattack!”

He looked at Harlee seriously and added firmly, “Trust me, we’ll be fine.”

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“Hide,” Harlee whispered, her voice shaking.

“We need to hide now.”

At first, she believed that facing a dozen foes wouldn’t be an issue. She was confident she could take them on by herself if necessary.

But now… She couldn’t put Rhys in danger!

“It’s probably too late to hide. We’ll have to fight our way through,” Rhys said, calmly evaluating the situation.

Already, there were at least a dozen assassins surrounding them, with many more closing in.

Even with these few, attempting to hide would lead to a brutal fight. So, if they were to hide, they needed to first push through and then slip away unnoticed.

Just then, Robbie’s message came through.

“We’ll arrive in twenty minutes!”

Harlee quickly weighed the options in her mind and realized that Rhys’ strategy was their only realistic choice.

Her face regained its calm, the fear dissipating as she made her choice. She sent a quick reply to Robbie.

“We are facing about a hundred of them.

Fifteen minutes. If you’re not here by then, just retrieve our bodies.”

After sending the message, Harlee looked at Rhys with a serious expression.

“I’ll take the front. You handle the back. Let’s clear a path.”

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