Chapter 586
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Edward was no stranger to violence. In his youth, he had carved his name into the criminal underworld, ruthless and unyielding. He would not hesitate to crush anyone who stood in his way, and Brenna knew that one wrong move could mean instant death.
A bodyguard now held Brenna tightly by the hair, his grip unforgiving. Yet beneath the pain was opportunity. With her hands bound behind her back, she skillfully used the guard’s body to shield her movements as she reached for the steel needle hidden inside her bracelet.
Thanks to her background in mechanical design, Brenna knew the structure of the handcuffs was rudimentary. It took her only seconds to pick the lock on one of them.
But a sharp tug on her scalp reminded her time was running out. If she waited any longer, she might lose a chunk of her hair—or worse.
Acting without hesitation, she grabbed the guard’s arm, dropped her weight, and in one fluid, powerful motion, snapped his arm like a twig.
The entire sequence unfolded in less than a heartbeat—so swift that the nearby bodyguards didn’t have time to react.
Without hesitation, Brenna broke the neck of the first guard before the remaining three could even register what was happening. She then hurled the lifeless body toward Edward.
Instinctively, Edward raised his mechanical arm to shield himself from the oncoming body. But from the moment Brenna snapped the guard’s arm to the moment she launched the body, only three seconds had passed. As the body collided with Edward, Brenna surged forward like a striking viper.
Before Edward could push the body aside, she was already at his side—and with lethal precision, she snapped his neck.
Ethan acted with equal skill. Having seen Brenna manipulate her bracelet, he had already freed his own hands. As she engaged the others, he coiled his legs around the neck of the guard looming over him and snapped it effortlessly.
With two guards down in seconds, the remaining pair froze, momentarily stunned by the speed and savagery of the attack. By the time they processed what had happened, Edward was already dead.
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Ethan, moving with deadly grace, rolled forward, snatched a firearm from one of the fallen guards, and fired at the two remaining men with lethal accuracy.
Then he turned the weapon on Rosie.
Rosie stood frozen, unable to comprehend the reversal of fortune. How had two handcuffed prisoners overturned everything in the blink of an eye?
“Please, don’t kill me!” she cried, her voice trembling as all traces of arrogance drained from her face. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed, pleading. “Brenna, Ethan, please. I wasn’t thinking straight—I made a mistake…”
Without a word, Brenna kicked her aside, retrieved a steel needle, and unlocked her remaining cuff. She stood tall, the steel glinting in her hand as she looked down at Rosie with icy contempt.
“Of course you were.”
Rosie stared up at her in disbelief. “How did you unlock the handcuffs?”
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