Chapter 1224:
âHalfway there.
Harlee, youâre quite impressive.
Around sixty of my men down in just six minutes!â Then, Matteo crushed his champagne glass, rose, and seized a loudspeaker.
âMiss Sanderson, four minutes remain. Iâm eager to see how you manage the next forty or fifty!â
Harlee drove her dagger into the chest of the man standing before her and then lifted her gaze to Matteo.
Blood stained her lashes, and her eyes, now tinted with red, blazed with uncontrollable hatred.
âHate looks good on you,â Matteo sneered, his laugh filled with malice.
He took a puff from a cigarette handed to him by a subordinate.
âKeep going, Miss Sanderson. Youâre barely halfway to your goal. If youâve still got the energy, come try to kill me. Iâll be here waiting.â
His laughter subsided, and the men around Harlee pressed in harder, their resolve as strong as ever, swarming her like an unstoppable wave.
Harlee seized one manâs shoulder with a swift, forceful grip, effortlessly crushing it. She then used his body for leverage, stepping onto another manâs shoulder, and swiftly swung the dagger in her hand.
âOh, Miss Sanderson, by the way, I forgot to mention, the sniper who fired in your defense earlier tried to bend the rules to help you. Nowâ¦â Matteo casually kicked a wooden chair aside and advanced a few steps.
âWe canât let cheaters off easy, can we?â
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Harleeâs concern grew for Tonya. With a dagger in hand, she parried her assailants, stealing glances toward Matteo. She noticed Tonya cornered by a dozen men. Jonathan was also trapped by Matteoâs forces, unable to help Tonya.
Meanwhile, Matteo seemed untouchable.
Despite bullets occasionally zipping past, none reached him.
He was shielded by a human wall.
Any bullet aimed at him was blocked by someone elseâs body.
Harlee clenched her jaw, her grip on the dagger tightening. She wasnât sure if they would survive, but she was certain that any faltering now would lead to catastrophe. She became a whirlwind of destruction, rapidly taking down another dozen adversaries in just a minute.
As time passed, a hundred people dropped.
Just then, Matteoâs taunting voice pierced the air once more.
âMiss Sanderson, you have one minute left. If you canât clear this lot within that time, thenâ¦
Donât blame me for my cruelty!â His tone hinted at a sinister plan he had prepared.
Fueled by intense resolve, Harlee pushed her limits.
Despite nearing exhaustion, she pressed on, well aware of the possibility that Matteo might not keep his promise. Yet, she continued to fight.
Although it might be in vain, each enemy taken down was still a small victory.
Harlee reasoned that the more of Waylonâs forces she eliminated, the safer Rhys and the others would be.
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire erupted before her, and the remaining assailants collapsed quickly.
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