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?"

say it doesn't matter whether one dies sooner or later? And if I leave this seat,

someone so delicate.

could react further, his gun was pressed once more against her

menacing words were cut off as Khloe suddenly lunged forward, clutching

another figure came crashing from the side, twisting his arms and sending him sprawling to the floor. It was the tall man in the oversized jacket and cap. Strong and precise, he wrenched

to raise his weapon in response. But at that moment, a sharp brake slammed the bus to a halt. Without aiming, the

pressed against the back of his head. It was Nick. He sprang into

the bus to aid their

man in the cap landed a series of heavy punches to the man on the

the cap-clad man barked at

removing his mask. Startled awake, he scrambled forward and helped tie the

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