Chapter: 1517

"Alice, hang in there!"

Crouched behind the car, Norah called out to bolster Alice. Unsure of Alice's exact condition, she knew they couldn't afford to lose any more time.

“Understood", Alice replied, then frowned, clutching her shoulder and breathing heavily. The pain was intense. She was determined to end Adair!

Both women fought back ruthlessly amid the hail of bullets, ever watchful for Adair's stealthy moves.

Their explosive balls were now less effective, as the enemies had grown cautious of anything they threw. To protect herself and Alice, Norah knew they had to rely solely on their sharpshooting skills.

Both were breathing hard from the extended fight. As they neared exhaustion, Adair walked into the battlefield.

He had taught them how to fight and was intimately familiar with their weaknesses.

Without their guns, they stood little chance against him.

Adair's eyes were resolute as he looked at Norah. “Rose, give up. I really don't want to harm you."

"In your dreams!" Norah shot back.

"Come on! Rose wouldn't even spare a look for a failure like you!"

Alice added.

Norah and Alice positioned themselves back to back, clutching their pistols and trying to regulate their labored breathing. They regretted their previous overconfidence. Norah had thought her fighting skills sufficient to escape from numerous opponents.

However, Adair's presence was a harsh reminder that more formidable opponents existed who could dominate her.

Her physical state was weakening, and Alice, having fought by her side this long, must also be at her Limit.

The burden of ensuring their escape rested heavily on Norah. Failure was unthinkable.

She tightened her lips, her eyes intense, gripping her pistol firmly.

Fear was not in her vocabulary. Adair was no longer her mentor; she was capable of defeating him now.

The remaining twelve men closed in, tightening their circle around the two women.

Adair smirked. "You have no way out!"

A gunshot suddenly echoed, and one of the twelve men dropped to the ground.

A subordinate looked around and said anxiously, “Boss, we've got trouble. A group of individuals is closing in, encircling us. We need to get out of here now!"

As the gunfire persisted, the subordinate, noticing Adair's hesitation, decisively grabbed his wrist.

"Cover the boss. Let's pull back!"