Chapter 1193:

The man’s reflexes were quick. He yanked his gun from its holster. “Who the hell are you? Get down here right now!”

Elena met his gaze with cold, unbothered eyes, then turned away and dropped to the ground below.

The bullet struck the concrete where she had been standing only a second before, echoing with a sharp crack.

The gunshot instantly sent the entire military base into high alert. Alarms blared and shouts erupted everywhere.

Back on the fifteenth floor, Torin’s expression hardened the moment he heard the shot. Crushing out his cigarette, he stormed toward the bathroom door and kicked it with such force that the lock shattered instantly.

The wooden door slammed into the wall with a thunderous bang before rebounding toward him.

Torin looked into the completely empty bathroom, his face twisted with rage—then he actually started to laugh. “Well, you tricked me again, didn’t you!”

The two military generals standing behind him didn’t move a muscle. They stayed silent, too afraid to even breathe loudly.

Torin’s bullet wound, hastily bandaged earlier, had torn open again. The white gauze on his back was now completely soaked through with bright red blood. Yet he acted as though the pain didn’t bother him at all. None of his men dared mention his bleeding.

He stepped onto the balcony and looked down, catching only a fleeting glimpse of Elena’s disappearing figure.

One of the generals spoke carefully, his voice trembling with caution. “Your Grace, do you want us to capture her?”

Torin waved his hand dismissively. “She’ll come back to me eventually.”

The generals exchanged uncertain glances, doubt clear in their eyes. To them, Torin’s confidence made no sense at all.

Torin’s tone hardened. “I want you to find out who helped that assassin get into our country.”

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Yoswye’s border security was notoriously strict, making it nearly impossible for mercenaries to slip through. That meant someone on the inside had definitely aided his entry.

“Understood.”

Meanwhile, Elena left the military base and headed straight for the docks, where several large ships were moored.

Lance and Avo were already waiting. The moment Elena arrived, the three of them hurried aboard one of the vessels preparing to depart.

Lance hurried to the ship’s wheel, eager to get them away from the dock. “El, we’ve lost any pursuers. We can sail freely now—no more trouble.”

Avo twisted open a plastic water bottle and handed it to Elena. “No problems on your way here, right?”

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