Chapter 689

In the brief moment his accomplice was stunned, he seized the opportunity-landing a solid punch and knocking the man down. Khloe, however, seemed to notice something. She suddenly acted, clapping her hands abruptly and unexpectedly.

"Young lady, you're... quite something," the man muttered, staring at her.

A dark, twisted amusement crept into his eyes. Because Khloe was beautiful, his sadistic impulses flared. He wanted to see her panic, beg, even weep with those delicate, tear-streaked expressions. One impulsive thrill had already made him overstep.

Who could have imagined that she-sitting atop a bomb-would behave in such a reckless, defiant manner? He leaned closer, forgetting caution, and cupped her face. His grip tightened suddenly.

"You're not afraid of dying?"

voice trembled, "...but didn't you just say it doesn't matter whether one dies sooner or later? And if I leave this seat, everyone here

not expecting such audacity from someone so delicate.

his gun was pressed once

"Is that so? Then maybe I should just kill you..." His low, menacing words were cut off as Khloe suddenly lunged

him sprawling to the floor. It was the tall man

and the man's accomplice scrambled to raise his weapon in response. But at that moment, a sharp brake slammed the bus to a halt. Without aiming, the man fired,

head. It was Nick. He

his feet, swerved the bus to aid their counterattack, disabling the accomplice's

landed a series of heavy punches to

"Come help!" the cap-clad

as the man removing his mask. Startled awake, he scrambled

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