Chapter 740

Chapter 740:

The flashing lights and quaking ground only deepened the chaos, and Howard’s words began to sink in. Some of the men dropped their daggers, their eyes filled with uncertainty. No one wanted to stay a pawn forever, but until now, escape had felt impossible.

Yet here was their chance, right in front of them. A few bolted without a second thought. The rest hesitated for only a heartbeat before following. Only a handful remained uncertain.

“Even if you kill me, the reward’s out of reach. The evidence against the organization has already been sent to the international police. They’re coming. They’ll investigate, and the leaders of this place will be arrested. If you stay here, it’s either death or being caught by the authorities,” Howard said calmly.

The remaining few glanced at each other, their expressions shifting. Suddenly, no reward seemed worth it. What was more valuable than their own lives? In an instant, they scattered, fleeing for their survival.

Howard, still clutching Milly, made his way toward the prison.

Many people were imprisoned here.

As the door creaked open, all eyes inside turned toward him—most filled with fear, some with raw anger.

But one thing was certain—none of them were in good shape. Emaciated, pale, their bodies bore the scars of cruel, inhumane torture.

The eldest among them was over seventy, while the youngest was just a three-year-old child—a grim testament to how vile the Serpentine Palers truly were.

“Run! They’ve all escaped! Get out of here; the place is about to blow!” Howard’s voice rang out.

The captives’ faces shifted with terror, and in a frenzy, they ran toward the exit.

Howard, still carrying Milly, followed, though his strength was fading fast.

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Blood oozed from his many wounds, and his body grew colder with every step. He was barely holding on, teetering on the edge of collapse.

But with sheer will, he bit down on his lip. The sharp pain kept him conscious as he forced himself to keep moving forward.

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion roared behind him, and the nightmarish base began to collapse…

Andrew and Madisyn arrived at the Crimson Strip in a private jet. From a distance, the sight of the base swallowed in fiery explosions greeted them.

Panic gripped the surrounding area as people scattered in every direction.

“The blast went off sooner than we expected,” Madisyn muttered, her brows furrowed with worry. She wasn’t sure if Howard had made it out, but she knew one thing for certain—Howard would never abandon ship without warning the innocents first. He’d make sure everyone had a chance to escape before saving himself.

As the final section of the base crumbled in a massive explosion, Madisyn’s eyes swept over the fleeing crowd, her heart pounding. But there was no sign of Howard. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead.

“Get us closer!” Andrew ordered the pilot.

“Boss, getting any nearer could put us at risk! The blast could hit us!” the pilot cautioned.

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