Mistaken Match Marrying the Enigmatic CEO

Chapter 1842 The Last Dance of TriSec

“TriSec, what are you munching on?” Aqua’s voice cut through the chaos, her eyebrows raised in confusion. While the rest were gearing up for the decisive battle, here he was, snacking away?

“Ha, just fueling up!” TriSec flashed a grin, trying to hide the nerves under his bravado. “I’m about to lead the charge, so I need all the energy I can get!! Can’t afford to falter now!”

Aqua’s usual lightheartedness was replaced with a serious gaze as she patted his shoulder. “TriSec, promise me you won’t be reckless. Freedom’s vital, but so is your life.”

“Seriously? An emotional speech now?” He chuckled, touched despite himself.

He swatted her hand away, trying to brush off the gravity of her words. “Against these minor league Airspace Group goons, I can handle them without–breaking a sweat. Life or death? No sweat.”

“Right, right. Good luck!” Aqua gave him a final encouraging nod before walking away.

“Fall in!” Vachon’s commanding voice cut through the noise, rallying the remaining two thousand troops into formation.

his food

tight with concern, her eyes scanning his face. She trusted him implicitly, having stood by her side for

him, she was the bright star in a dark sky. While

didn’t notice the subtle expression on TriSec’s face. While having learned from Emmanuel, she knew

of

charge, his horse

Bang! Bang! Bang!

enemy bullets flared once more! With his S–rank martiall arts and Taoist techniques, TriSec nimbly dodged the hail of bullets, closing in to a mere 200 meters from the

closer, but no

Airspace Group, behind the fortified gate, barely noticed his advance. They were confident that the gate, identical to

100 meters… 80 meters!

were locked on the gate, determination blazing. Suddenly, a bullet struck him, sending a spray of red blood into

didn’t fall. Instead, he howled in pain,

battlefield froze in