Chapter 192

Julian Roscente's consciousness blurred under the drug's influence. Clinging to his last shred of awareness, he dialed his assistant.

"Come... now..." His voice sounded unrecognizably hoarse.

The assistant detected the abnormality and responded immediately.

The phone slipped from Julian's fingers as he succumbed to unconsciousness.

Evelyn Roland picked up the fallen phone from beneath the car seat. Adrian Valentine's name flashed on the screen.

Her finger hovered over the answer button—

Boom!

A deafening crash shattered the night.

A black SUV rammed into their rear bumper.

Evelyn's forehead slammed against the headrest. Darkness clouded her vision.

"Miss Roland!" Zachary Deross twisted around, blood trickling from his temple.

Evelyn shook her head, clearing her sight. "I'm fine. You?"

Zachary wiped the blood away, eyes sharp as daggers. "They're targeting us."

Outside, seven thugs armed with steel pipes advanced.

"Go first, Miss Roland." Zachary unbuckled his seatbelt.

Evelyn retrieved nunchaku from beneath the seat. "Looks like blood will spill tonight."

She tossed Zachary a hemostatic pill. "Take this. No point bleeding out."

Zachary grinned. "An honor to fight alongside you."

Evelyn pushed the door open. The night wind carried danger.

Under the dim streetlight, the lead thug sneered. "Come quietly, sweetheart."

Evelyn flicked her wrist. The nunchaku sliced through air with lethal precision.

"Who sent you?" Her voice turned glacial.

The thugs exchanged glances before attacking simultaneously.

A pipe whistled toward Evelyn's face.

She sidestepped, striking the attacker's wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

"Ahh!" The pipe clattered to the pavement.

Zachary had already incapacitated two opponents with clean moves.

The remaining four thugs grew vicious.

"Looking to die?" One drew a switchblade.

Evelyn's eyes narrowed. Her nunchaku coiled around his wrist like a striking viper.

Crack! The thug collapsed, clutching his broken wrist.

Sirens wailed in the distance.

The remaining attackers paled, turning to flee.

"Leaving so soon?" Evelyn lunged, delivering a flying kick that sent one sprawling.

By the time police lights illuminated the scene, groaning thugs littered the ground.

Evelyn sheathed her nunchaku. "Find out who's behind this," she told Zachary.

Her gaze fell on the still-vibrating phone nearby.

Adrian Valentine's name pulsed insistently on the screen.