Chapter 1832

Holden sighed and shook his head before continuing, Even now, you refuse to concede? You lost to me from the start.
What makes you think you can fight me now? To Zayden, Holdens words were harsh and fake.
I will never admit defeat! Thatll happen only in your dreams! Zayden shot a cold glare at Holden and said, Even if victory is impossible, Ill battle you to the very end.
Only one of us will survive, and it will be me! Right after his declaration, Zayden quickly retrieved a gun from beneath his wheelchair.
The loud sound of a gunshot echoed.
The bullet sped towards Holden.
Mr.
Fredrick, watch out! Shawn cried out in alarm.
Holden, having anticipated Zaydens move, had dodged before the bullet was even fired. A second later, gunfire broke out, marking the start of their fight.
Zaydens men were outnumbered by Holdens.
After an extended period, the gunfire finally ceased, the air now thick with the scent of blood.
Holdens crew remained unharmed, while Zaydens men were either dead or had fallen into the water.
Now, the only survivors on Zaydens end were Zayden and two of his subordinates.
Zayden watched in disbelief as his men fell like dominos, one after another, collapsing under the relentless attack.
The people from the yachts had already boarded the cargo ship, pushing him and his last two subordinates to the edge of the deck.
Get Lost! Im not afraid of you bastards! Zayden bellowed, gripping his gun with trembling fingers, his voice hoarse with desperation.
Before he could squeeze the trigger, a crack of gunfire pierced the air.
In seconds, Zaydens gun was shattered, and his wheelchair crumpled beneath him.
Zayden, youve got two men left.
Be smart.
Surrender while you still can, Shawn said, his voice low.
Zaydens gun was broken, and his wheelchair had been reduced to useless scrap.
Only his two loyal subordinates kept him upright, their hands gripping his arms to support him.
But Zayden just scoffed.
He would never surrender! After all he had been through-crippled by Holden, his assets stripped away-how could he even consider surrender now? Suddenly, the line of bodyguards surrounding Zayden parted, and through the opening strode Holden. He moved with an unshakable confidence, each step measured as though he were royalty surveying his conquered land.
His face, strikingly handsome, was now marred with blood spatters, and his eyes were cold.
Zaydens pulse quickened at the sight of Holden.
Stop right there! he screamed, his voice cracking with the strain.
One more step, and youll regret it! Holden didnt stop.
His boots thudded on the deck until he was only five steps from Zayden.
Where is Melon? Holdens voice was cold, sharp and cutting through the chaos.
Tell me the truth, and maybe, just maybe, Ill let you live.
A laugh bubbled from Zaydens throat, harsh and mocking.
You seriously think I know where your son is?