Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 726:

With a burst of speed, she closed the gap, her movements a blur. Before he could react, her hand gripped his neck with deadly precision. A swift, deliberate twist ended him instantly.

The tables turned so dramatically that it was no longer a fight but a hunt. The remaining three stumbled back, fear etched into their faces as they realized they were no match for her.

“You won’t get away,” Allison said, her tone cold and final, her words a promise rather than a threat.

Faced with Allison, the three men finally understood the glaring truth: their strength was nothing more than a candle’s flicker against the blazing inferno that was the woman before them.

“Who is this monster? Where did she crawl out from? She’s even more terrifying than Verruckt!”

“We need to split before she finishes us off!”

“Nobody mentioned her in the intel. Who in the world sent her?”

The mafia members erupted in a cacophony of panicked whispers, their fear thick enough to choke on.

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The three men turned tail and bolted in disarray, like cornered rats scrambling to find shelter.

Allison, however, moved at her own deliberate pace. She bent down, plucking a bloodied knife from the lifeless hand of a corpse at her feet.

She aimed it calmly and tossed it toward the one fleeing the furthest away.

It penetrated the heart of the adversary from behind, precisely. One down, two to go. But Allison wasn’t in a hurry.

Her voice rang out, calm yet cold enough to freeze the marrow in their bones. “One of you gets to live. Whoever comes back first survives.”

The ominous ultimatum hung in the air like a guillotine blade. With the warehouse sealed tight, it was a cruel paradox: escape was impossible, yet staying didn’t guarantee safety.

The two remaining gangsters froze, locking eyes as if silently debating their next move.

It was a ruthless experiment in human instincts.

Almost instantly, with hardly a flicker of hesitation, they bolted toward Allison, driven by the primal urge to survive.

But just as one of the men lunged closer, his momentum faltered. His gaze dropped, widening in shock at the crimson blade protruding from his chest.

“Sorry, pal, but it’s you or me,” the other man muttered, his voice hollow with guilt as he withdrew the knife and watched his fellow fall to the ground. Survival had outweighed any shred of loyalty.

Allison observed the grim betrayal without a flicker of emotion. Scenes like this had long since ceased to disturb her.

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