Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 724:

Verruckt slowly lifted his head, blood streaking down his neck. Despite his battered state, the icy menace in his eyes made the group hesitate, their bravado faltering for a moment.

“You… really think you’ve won?” His voice, though hoarse, carried a chilling edge.

He understood the game now — he had walked into a trap. Killing him outright had never been the plan. They had worn him down, chipped away at his strength, and used drugs to dull his senses. Every step of the trap had been meticulously laid. He tried to push himself to his feet, but the world spun violently. His body betrayed him, leaving him half-kneeling, blood dripping from his face onto the ground.

Was this how it would end? Verruckt let out a bitter laugh under his breath. What an ironic way to go.

His vision was blurry. As he tried to rise, his knees refused to work.

The sight of him weakened reignited the Mafia’s confidence.

“Look, he’s done for!” one of them shouted.

Ten seconds later, Verruckt collapsed, his body finally succumbing to exhaustion.

The Mafia members exchanged uneasy glances before their leader barked, “Go. Finish him!”

Reluctantly, they approached Verruckt, their movements cautious and deliberate. Their prey seemed lifeless, but fear of his reputation kept their steps hesitant.

Their focus remained solely on Verruckt, and none of them noticed Allison.

One of the Mafia members in a suit stretched his hand toward Verruckt, his movements cautious and deliberate.

But before he could close the distance, a figure emerged from the shadows like a wraith. With ghostly speed, the woman intercepted him, her hand clamping down on his wrist like a vice.

“What the…” His words died in his throat as an audible snap echoed through the air.

The crowd was caught off guard. The woman, masked and wearing a hat, moved with unmatched speed and precision. Pain surged through his arm, and he staggered back, clutching his now-broken wrist.

“Ah, my hand!” he screamed, his voice raw with agony. Her sudden appearance was like a bomb going off in the mobsters’ frayed nerves.

He gasped, pale, staring at the mysterious woman. The others froze, their bravado evaporating as they turned to face this new threat.

“Who are you?!” one of them demanded, his voice faltering.

The woman stood unwavering between them and Verruckt.

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