Chapter 176

Chapter 176:
At Merlin’s words, Myles, Aron, and Hugh closed in around Cole, their shoulders tensed and eyes scanning the hall, every sense on high alert. No one doubted Cole’s brawling skills, but even the fiercest legends could fall to a cheap shot—and they had no intention of allowing that. Protecting Cole wasn’t just their job—it was non-negotiable. Allan and Manley exchanged a loaded glance, both immediately heightening their guard.
With everyone on edge and ready for anything, the group rushed up the stairs to the third floor.
Gunfire erupted on the third floor, sparks flying off steel beams as chaos descended.
At the center of the madness, a lone figure in a black trench coat cut a path of destruction—her wild, spiked wig catching the flicker of muzzle flashes, both hands firing relentlessly from twin pistols.
She moved like a phantom, slipping through the turmoil with predatory grace, each shot landing with precision. Goons collapsed in her wake, their bodies strewn across the deck as she advanced.
The group soon realized this was the elite fighter Merlin had warned them about. She wasn’t just skilled—the onslaught she unleashed crashed over enemies like a tidal wave. Her rapid-fire agility made it clear that wiping out every threat on this yacht was a walk in the park.
At first, Elliana’s trench coat and new wig, along with the chaos and distance, kept her identity concealed.
None of Cole’s crew recognized her. They hesitated, wary and tense, uncertain whether she was an ally or a threat.
Suddenly, both of Elliana’s pistols clicked empty. Unfazed, she snapped her wrists, letting the spent guns fall, then drew two fresh ones from inside her coat with practiced ease. Gunfire erupted again, cutting down another wave of goons.
The way she drew those new weapons exuded pure swagger. As her coat flared open, Cole and the others caught a fleeting glimpse of her entire figure.
𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖: ⳑ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸏ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Elliana’s arsenal—firearms lined up across her chest, a wickedly curved knife, and a gleaming dagger strapped to her waist—was now fully visible. The bulky coat had concealed her figure until now, but as it billowed with her movements, her slender, poised silhouette emerged. That’s when the realization hit—this unstoppable force was a woman.
“Damn, that was unreal!” Manley burst out, his eyes wide. “I’ve seen tough women before, but nobody this fierce. She’s like something out of an action movie—hell, better!” Read complete version only at
“Seriously, she’s next-level,” Allan gasped, unable to look away.
Merlin didn’t speak, but the approving nod he gave spoke volumes. Even for someone as battle-tested as him, she was in a league of her own.
Elliana’s dramatic flourish—ditching her empty pistols and drawing fresh ones with a flick of her coat—was pure action-movie magic, the kind of stunt that’d have directors replaying the footage on loop for years.
While the crew was still reeling, Cole’s bloodshot gaze sharpened with sudden clarity. In a flash, he lunged forward, charging toward the woman. As he sprinted through the chaos, he opened fire alongside her, his shots perfectly synchronized with hers. Together, they cleared the last of the goons in a hail of bullets.
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