Chapter 213
The other assassins roared in anger, immediately steering their motorcycles to ram violently into the Ghost. “Damn it! I’ll kill you p>
Serena’s eyes filled with even more mockery.
Norvane’s professional assassins didn’t seem very professional at all.
Don’t they bother to properly investigate their targets before a mission?
Just as expected from Norvane’s people.
That inexplicable arrogance was baked into their bones.
Trying to fight her on motorcycles.
And they wanted to play demolition derby?
Wasn’t this just asking for a death wish?
In the instant the assassin charged at her.
Serena, with a highly difficult maneuver, swerved her bike and rammed right back into him.
The massive impact sent a violent jolt through the assassin’s bike, causing him to lose control as his motorcycle veered sideways and flew off the street.
Meanwhile, Serena used the force of the impact to execute a sharp drift, spinning her bike on the spot!
*Bang p>
*Clang p>
One by one, the assassins and their bikes were sent flying by the sweeping motion.
And the Ghost, with incredible style, swung back to its original position and came to a steady halt.
She planted one long, straight leg on the ground, her body leaning lazily against the bike. She reached up and removed the silver-and-black helmet, revealing her stunningly perfect face.
Her crimson lips curled into a faint, lazy smile as her gaze swept over the groaning men on the ground, who were still muttering curses.
“Is this all Siphon is capable of p>
Her cool voice was exceptionally pleasant, her tone playful. “No wonder you couldn’t make any waves in Elyndor p>
Those arrogant words made the men who understood the language of Elyndor turn pale, their faces contorting in fury as they glared at Serena.
They seemed unable to believe that the girl who had destroyed their organization’s years of careful planning in Norvane would have the audacity to mention their name.
And with such a look of disdain and contempt?
The assassins were seething with anger.
Suddenly, an assassin who had been thrown against a tree stared at Serena with a ferocious, twisted expression, letting out a series of guttural roars.
His body contorted in pain as he reached into his boot, pulled out a gun, and raised it to aim at Serena.
“Damn you! You bitch! Go to… hell p>
*Bang p>
A muffled gunshot rang out.
However, the shot wasn’t aimed at Serena.
It was directed at the assassin who hadn’t even had time to fully raise his gun.
The assassin fell to the ground.
Serena turned her head.
She saw a black Maybach screech to a halt on the side of the road.
The car door opened.
A tall and elegant Nicholas stepped out.
His coolly captivating face was grim,
his, almond-shaped eyes as d ws
a deep pool.
SWI
The gun in his hand was still smoking faintly.
It was him p>
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Serena’s gaze swept over the gun in the man’s hand. “Thanks p>
The words had barely left her lips.
The man had already strode over to her in a few quick steps.
His pace was extremely fast.
A powerful force yanked her forward.
She stumbled into an embrace that carried a crisp, cool scent.
The sudden movement was completely unexpected.
By the time Serena realized what was happening, her brow furrowed.
She was about to raise her hands to push him away.
But then the man’s slightly trembling voice reached her ears from above.
bayank god, youre okay
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Serena’s hands, which were about to push him away, paused slightly.
The tremor in the man’s voice was laced with deep concern.
The emotion was so profound.
His arms were wrapped tightly around her.
At such close proximity, she could even feel the slight trembling of his body and the frantic beating of his heart. t