Chapter 1513:
“Legend, cripple her! Shatter her arms and legs with your bullets! I want her to scream while her bones are torn apart. Let’s see how she seduces men then!”
Legend drew a modified pistol and leveled it at Elena’s hand.
Just as he was about to fire, a silken, mocking voice echoed through the alley.
“Ah, my little rose… why is it every time I find you, you’re always in such a miserable state?”
Legend froze instantly, instincts flaring, his gaze darting in search of the speaker.
Torin strolled into view, spinning a gleaming pistol in one hand, eyes never leaving Elena.
“So many wolves are after you. Just nod once, and I’ll erase every last one of them. What do you say—will you finally be with me?”
Lyla bristled.
“Who the hell are you? What’s your connection to her?”
Torin’s smirk iced over as he ignored Lyla, his attention fastened only on Elena.
Elena slowly lifted her lashes, locking eyes with him. Her voice was cutting, resolute.
“No need.”
Torin made a sharp click with his tongue, his voice dripping with affection and mild resignation.
“You truly have a stubborn streak, don’t you?”
With sudden flair, he lifted his hand and hurled the firearm toward Elena.
“Then prove yourself—let me see your skill.”
Elena seized the weapon in a seamless motion, spun on her heel, and fired—sending the pistol flying from Legend’s grasp. Without hesitation, she squeezed the trigger again, the bullet tearing into his knee.
Legend staggered, his leg collapsing under him, dropping him hard to the pavement in a forced kneel.
𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 g𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢
Elena reloaded with effortless precision, raised the muzzle directly at Legend’s forehead, and barked with icy authority, “Stay down, unless you’re begging to die.”
Legend tilted his head, hands lifted in concession.
“I concede,” he declared.
From the sidelines, Lyla’s fury boiled over.
“Legend! What are you doing groveling like that? Get up and kill her! Aren’t you supposed to be the most feared mercenary? How can you lose to such a tramp?”
Legend’s reply was calm.
“My employer is Mr. Stanley. You hold no sway over me.”
The meaning was unmistakable—Lyla had no power to command him.
Panic clawed at Lyla’s chest. Legend had been her last safeguard, and now Elena had dismantled him with humiliating ease. Never had she imagined Elena’s strength would eclipse a squadron of bodyguards without breaking stride.
Desperate to salvage authority, Lyla forced herself to stand tall.
“My father instructed you to guard me! You’re bound to obey me. I order you to rise and finish the fight! Do not yield!”
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