Chapter 257
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He wanted Brenna to be happy with Ethan, but he still felt a bit bitter.
He asked, “Brenna, do you have feelings for him?”
Brenna’s smile was faint. “I wouldn’t say I like him… but I can’t say I dislike him either.”
At last, they reached the source of the light. As expected, Harlan wasn’t alone—lurking in the shadows was a menacing group of at least fifty men waiting for them.
When Harlan saw that Thiago had only brought Brenna, he burst into mocking laughter. “Jay, finish them off!” he shouted.
Jay, however, was cautious. From his wheelchair, he gestured to one of his men, who quickly approached him.
“Mr. O’Callaghan, they’re truly alone. Their car’s parked half a kilometer back. No one else came with them.”
Jay’s smugness was evident, but caution prevailed. He knew better than to underestimate Brenna and Thiago, who were known for their incredible fighting skills—even against fifty men.
Preparation was key, and Jay had armed himself accordingly with weaponry loaned from his boss.
Thiago stood calmly next to Brenna, observing the group with unwavering composure.
“Where are the items I want?” he asked Harlan, unfazed.
Harlan was irritated by Thiago’s calm demeanor. He knew well about Thiago and Brenna defeating Jay and his crew before.
Confusion clouded his mind as he looked at Thiago and Brenna. They didn’t seem nearly as intimidating as the rumors suggested.
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Leaning toward Jay, he whispered, “Make sure they’re killed this time.”
Jay nodded and gave a commanding gesture, signaling his men to surround the two in a menacing formation.
Harlan’s eyes widened as Jay escalated the situation by arming his crew. Believing Thiago and Brenna’s end was near, he sneered, “Aren’t you afraid, even with all these men surrounding you?”
Calmly, Thiago replied, “What’s there to be afraid of? These people are just a bunch of losers.”
Harlan burst into laughter. “Are you out of your mind? Can’t you see Jay’s got guns? Do you really think you can outrun bullets?”
“We’re not here to outrun anything,” Thiago stated firmly, unfazed. He understood how the underworld operated and had expected them to arrive armed. Harlan, as useless as ever, had come with backup carrying guns. Disappointed but unsurprised, Thiago ordered, “Hand the items over.”
Harlan let out a loud, smug laugh. His arrogance was evident in his posture. At first, he had worried Jay’s men might fall to these two again. But now, with guns, he feared nothing.
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