Billionaire's Match

Chapter 688

"Like showing off, huh? You-stand up." The man pressed the barrel of his gun to Khloe's forehead. Nick's chest tightened painfully, but fearing that any reaction might set the man off, he could only watch helplessly as Khloe, trembling and drenched in cold sweat, slowly rose under duress. Her eyes flicked toward the elderly woman struggling on the floor.

The man glanced at Khloe, then shifted his gaze to Ryan, sitting rigid and tense in the middle of the bus.

"You, get up. You, sit in his seat." The man ordered Khloe and Ryan to switch places. Ryan's eyes widened in shock.

His body trembled violently at the command, but he didn't dare move. The man's patience snapped. "Hurry up! Or I'll blow you away first!" Ryan gritted his teeth, leapt up, clasped his head, and dropped to his knees, gasping for air. The next instant, nothing happened. Khloe, with the gun still pressed against her forehead, was forced into the seat Ryan had just vacated.

cold voice hissed in her ear. He turned toward Nick with a mocking smirk and casually picked up a

the danger, but before he could react, a "beep" sounded from the device in the man's hand. A foreboding chill ran through Khloe. Her brows knitted as she felt a subtle vibration under

you do?" Suddenly, the man's accomplice stepped

man turned, a heavy fist smashed into his

the hell are you doing?! Do you

to die anyway. Isn't it more thrilling this way?" The man wiped his mouth with a shrug,

it. you'll be blown to pieces!" The words froze everyone on the bus. The middle-aged man nearly lost control, his body betraying him

to him had been rigged with a bomb. They had claimed it would detonate if he moved-but the man had left a final safety mechanism. Without triggering it, leaving the seat wouldn't immediately set off the explosion. Now, the safety had been disabled. Anyone leaving that seat would trigger a catastrophe for the entire