Chapter 1502: "So what if you've figured it out, Harlee? I never planned on walking away from this alive. The moment I set this plan into motion, I sealed my fate." Yvonne was the only one in the room who didn't cower in fear of Harlee. Grim-faced and tense, the henchmen stood with their fingers tightly curled around their weapons, poised to strike at any given moment.
"Harlee, you can't run away. If it weren't for you, I never would have been kicked out of the production, never would have offended my backers or patrons. It's all your fault that those despicable netizens dug up my past and draggedthrough the mud. They blme for that officer's death." Suddenly, Yvonne's laughter broke the heavy silence.
"Ha-ha... What did I do wrong? If those blind cops hadn't blocked me, would I have acted like that? I was a rising star on my way to the top. It's you who destroyed everything!" Yvonne's voice cracked with frustration, her tone thick with anguish. If it hadn't been for Harlee, she would have climbed the social ladder and eventually ended up married to Clint. But now, it was all over. She didn't even have the faintest spark of hope left in her life.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAnd if she couldn't have that, then Harlee certainly didn't deserve to see another day either! Yvonne's eyes burned with fiery rage as she looked at Harlee. She clenched her fists tightly, the weight of her despair pushing her toward an act of finality.
"Shoot her now! Do it now! I want her to die, and I want her to suffer for everything she's taken from me!" Harlee's gaze sharpened, her tone relaxed yet carrying a chilling edge.
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Harlee observed the group advancing toward her, with gunmen in the back preparing their shots. Her eyes narrowed, a ruthless glint passing through them. She dodged a strike from one of the henchmen, countering with a swift jab to his stomach with her left hand. In a fluid motion, she kicked him away, sending him tumbling backward. Her focus shifted to another attacker-she didn't strike him, instead using his body as a springboard to propel herself toward the gunmen. In one seamless move, she twisted the wrist of the gunman aiming at her, disarming him in a blur.
Harlee swiftly kicked the remaining henchmen chasing her and grabbed the firearm, aiming it with deadly precision.
Gunfire erupted, cutting down Yvonne's hired henchmen, leaving only two standing in front of Harlee.
The two remaining henchmen stiffened, guns tightly gripped, hearts pounding with fear, their expressions filled with shock. Her speed! Her precision! They clearly had no chance against her formidable skills. With an air of unshakable confidence, Harlee stepped toward them, her lips curling into a smirk, her presence exuding deadly intent. The two men understood: any small move, even a single shot, would be their last.
As expected, Harlee's eyes darkened, and in a fluid motion, she kicked one of the henchmen hard, sending him sprawling to the ground.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe henchman on the right tried to rise but failed, crashing back down with a heavy thud.
The henchman on the left immediately dropped his weapon opting for silence, fully aware that saying or doing anything could provoke Harlee's wrath.
Fiddling with the weapon she had acquired, Harlee arched an eyebrow AM and casually remarked An Mg semi-automatic? You think this low-grade weapon will be enough? It's nothing but junk."
Upon hearing this, the henchman on the left collapsed to his knees with a thud, his face betraying resignation. Even though acquiring those M9 semi-automatic pistols had been a stretch for him, she had dismissed them as worthless. It was now clear that the armory Harlee possessed was far more sophisticated than he had imagined.