Chapter: 444

The remaining gangsters, witnessing the gruesome spectacle, were paralyzed with fear. The sight of Kelvin being methodically dismembered was terrifyingly more impactful than the threat of gunfire. Their resolve crumbled.

“Please... Spare me!" begged one gangster, cowering in fear.

Others, realizing their grim fate if they persisted, quickly surrendered. "I'll stop fighting. Please, just don't kill me!" they pleaded, their voices trembling with fear.

"Release me, please!"

The plea fell on deaf ears as Kelvin frowned in displeasure. “How utterly dull!" he remarked, clearly annoyed. The gangsters had capitulated, throwing down their arms after just two of their fellows had fallen.

Jack's crew's surrender was swift. Without any personal vendetta against Phillip and the other three, and with Jack's escape leaving the crew directionless, the sight of their fallen fellows drained any remaining courage. Their primary concern was survival, not loyalty to a cause that risked their lives.

Phillip gave Kelvin a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Let it be.

These are minor players, not worth our time. Let's see if we can find anything of value around here. Mr. Scott has someone special in his life now. We ought to earn more for his sake."

Kelvin holstered his tulwar and drew a pistol instead. "Agreed. You three, hand over anything valuable. Unless you wish to meet the same fate as your friends."

Meanwhile, Norah and Sean were oblivious to Jack's crew's swift surrender since they were in pursuit of Jack. Following the blood and footprints, they walked into a cramped space, furnished with the bare essentials for living. Clearly, someone had been using it as a makeshift residence for some time.

"Is this where the so-called East Zone's boss holed up?" Norah mused, comparing the modesty of the room to the space her dog enjoyed at home.

“Where could he have disappeared to?" Sean surveyed the limited surroundings. "Notice the blood here. He was present not long ago but somehow slipped away. There must be a hidden exit.”

As Sean shared his thoughts, Norah slipped from his grasp and approached the closet, her hands exploring the decorative items. From her experience on missions, she knew these ornaments were Likely candidates for concealing the switch to a secret passage.

Sean watched her in admiration. Norah's intuition and quick thinking impressed him. She had anticipated the search for a hidden mechanism even before he could suggest it.

"I underestimated Jack's intelligence. I didn't expect him to escape.

With the hidden room, if he were dealing with an ordinary person, he might have successfully fled," Norah commented.

Inside the room, Norah inspected the decorations while chatting with Sean. "Darling, what's your take on going through something like this with me?"

Norah pondered for a moment from Sean's perspective. If she was asked to lead a small group against a gang of over sixty people, she would consider this request insane. Without absolute confidence in their strength, facing such overwhelming odds would be inviting disaster.

“Sweetheart, I'm willing to help you with anything. But can you promise me not to put yourself in such perilous situations again?"

Sean replied gently.

Sean noticed that Norah displayed an unusual level of bravery in certain situations. He couldn't comprehend why Norah seemed unfazed.

These situations were undeniably perilous, potentially even life- threatening. Even he would hesitate, but Norah appeared remarkably self-assured. Sean wasn't hesitant to act. He simply habitually considered the worst-case scenario.

Norah casually agreed to his request, "Okay."

However, deep down, she understood that the decision depended on the context. She knew that if faced with a situation where she had no alternative but to confront it, even at the risk of her own life, she would not hesitate to act.