Chapter: 442

Jack's crew, on the other hand, had emptied their guns without causing any harm to their opponents.

As she loaded the cartridge clip, Norah asked, “Are you all alright?"

Sean, dispatching a gangster with a baseball bat, replied, “ALL good here. You? Need a moment to catch your breath?"

Phillip and Kelvin maintained their stern expressions amidst this casual banter. Surrounded by over fifty armed gangsters, they couldn't believe Norah and Sean were still exchanging light-hearted words. They questioned whether Norah and Sean were underestimating the threat East Zone's gang posed.

Norah didn't see these gangsters as a serious threat. Compared to the terrorists who had attacked her outside the coffee shop, these gangsters were nothing. She could deal with them after a few gunshots.

The four of them worked together seamlessly. The East Zone gangsters didn't stand a chance against them.

As Jack watched his men go down one by one, he sensed his doom approaching, just as Norah had declared. He grabbed his pistol, targeting Norah. Today's chaos stemmed from her. If his end was inevitable, he was determined to take her down with him, believing that would give his demise some semblance of value.

Jack's trusted subordinate caught on to his intention. Witnessing Jack's aim fixed on Norah, he pounced at Norah. "Shoot now!"

"Bang!"

The deafening sound of a gunshot shattered the silence.

Jack's trusted subordinate clutched his chest, collapsing with a look of sheer disbelief in his eyes.

Jack inwardly cursed, “Damn it!"

As the bullet neared Norah, the man next to her swiftly kicked Jack's trusted subordinate over to intercept it, sparing her.

Norah swiftly drew another firearm from her waist, her gaze fixed on Jack with lethal intent. "Thanks, darling!" she said to Sean.

As Jack's trusted subordinate spoke, Norah had sensed Jack's attempt to hurt her. Even without Sean's intervention, she could still manage to evade the bullet and then fight back.

Observing Jack's persistent defiance, a cold smile played on Norah's lips. She had vowed to make him suffer a slow demise, refusing to let him have his way.

With her aim steady on Jack, Norah acted swiftly, disabling his other hand and leg with precise shots before he could even flinch. “Let those marked for death wait silently on the sidelines."

Jack writhed in agony as the bullets seared through him, sweat beading on his forehead.

Rising to the leader of all troublemakers in the East Zone, Jack had never prepared himself for such humiliation. He belatedly realized he shouldn't have helped Jimena since his help had dragged him and his crew into a conflict with someone they had no business provoking.

Jack's crew dwindled rapidly, yet Norah and the other three remained untouched. As defeat loomed, Jack found himself too weakened to even grip a firearm. At that moment, fear began to creep into Jack's heart.

Despite the numerical advantage, Jack's side was faltering, and Norah was running Low on ammunition. Luckily, Sean had provided Norah with extra bullets earlier, sparing her from resorting to her dagger for close combat.

Back in those days, Norah's prowess in hand-to-hand combat was unparalleled within her organization. She was unbeatable, with no adversary lasting more than a few exchanges against her. Norah silently thanked her past self for enduring the rigorous training, acknowledging that her hardships had not been for naught.

Though battered and desperate, Jack managed to drag his body to a hidden room. He knew the East Zone like the back of his hand, sewers included. The thought of hiding, even if it meant sharing space with rodents, seemed a better fate than facing certain death.

Kelven spotted Jack's attempt to flee and called out, alerting everyone, “Jack's making a run for it!"