Chapter: 1434

Given that they had the audacity to kidnap her parents, they were undoubtedly outlaws.

Norah nimbly scaled the low wall and stealthily made her way into the room like a ghost via a complex route. Perched on the rusty steel scaffold, she observed the six people below.

With six inside and four outside, there were a total of ten enemies.

This was likely the elite group Iker could muster. She recognized the leader as a member of Flame, a renowned mercenary team with a global reputation.

At that moment, Kellan Montgomery, the leader of the group, clapped a man on the shoulder, commending, "Star, I knew you had it in you. From now on, you're joining us on missions."

The man, with his blond hair and stubble, seemed somewhat worn but managed a smile at the praise.

“It's an honor to be valued by you. I'll give it my all!"

Indeed, this was Star, currently ranked fifth on the hacking leaderboard. After Moon had publicly corrected him, he found himself ostracized in the hacking community. Additionally, members of the Sacredice group subtly undermined him at every turn.

His chance encounter with Flame, a mercenary group, felt like fate.

Their ethos resonated with him, prompting him to join without a second thought.

Now on a mission with the team, Star, though primarily a hacker, found his skills useful in new ways.

It felt great to earn money, even through nefarious means, though it was unfortunate that he hadn't secured any funds from the bank after hacking into its system.

If given the opportunity, he would certainly launch a counterattack and overpower Hoon.

Norah, recalling the name Star, realized she had once reprimanded this very man online. Seeing his continued engagement in malicious activities, she resolved to intervene once more.

Quickly, she devised a rescue strategy. The enemy group numbered ten, and she planned to utilize explosive balls for a swift takedown.

Firstly, she would neutralize the exterior guards to prevent them from alerting those inside.

She had noticed the weapons stacked in the room and feared that, in desperation, the enemies might resort to attacking the hostages.

She couldn't accept any harm coming to her parents and friends.

Retracing her steps, Norah noted the heightened alertness of the patrols. The slightest sound could betray her presence.

Mistakes were not an option.

Inhaling deeply, she silently drew a dagger from her waistband as she crept up behind two patrolling men. The dagger, a gift from Sean, gleamed ominously in the dim light.

She had seen the dagger in the dressing room while applying makeup and had placed it in her car.

Now, it proved to be crucial. Noticing that the two guards had turned and were slightly distant, she tiptoed silently towards them.

Gently pressing the dagger handle against one man's neck, she struck him hard. He collapsed instantly, unconscious.