Chapter: 447

Playing with Sean's hand, Norah muttered, “Phillip's right."

Given the few settled societies in the East Zone, Jack simply took advantage of the situation and claimed the leader of this territory through his ruthless activities.

Jack's complexion grew even more ashen as he lay on the floor, each wound pulsating with agony. He was on the brink of passing out from blood loss.

Yet, Norah and the other two didn't hold back their scathing criticism.

"Who do you think you are? You're all just garbage!" Jack managed his very last bit of energy and grumbled. “I've alerted the Breaker about your onslaught in the East Zone. They'll come for my revenge."

Jack had negotiated a pact back when he was in the secret passage, pledging the entire fortune of his gang to Breaker for revenge. If his life were to end, the Breaker would seek retribution on his behalf.

As this pact crossed his mind, Jack glared at the trio Lounging before him, pondering the irony. He often proclaimed himself the leader of the East Zone, yet he was acutely aware that true control over the area lay elsewhere, beyond his grasp. In title, he was a leader, but in reality, his dominion was nominal.

The Breaker, notorious throughout Lochdeer, claimed dominion over the majority of the East Zone. Their criminal endeavors ranged from armed robbery and violent assaults to extortion, arms trafficking, and even murder, marking them as the architects of numerous nefarious acts.

Their influence spanned both the underworld and Legitimate spheres, garnering followers from the realms of business, politics, and entertainment. They were a group celebrated by many. On the internet, fans of the Breaker declared their allegiance, calling themselves "destroyers."

This wide-reaching acclaim meant the Breaker's leader was indifferent to the public image, allowing Jack to ostentatiously claim the title of the leader of the East Zone. For the Breaker, this label did nothing to their dominance in Lochdeer.

Norah, with her keen sense of hearing, picked up on Jack's murmurs but couldn't decipher his words. She gave him a brief, puzzled look, dismissing his mutterings as the ramblings of a man on the brink.

Ten minutes passed. Kelvin entered, carrying a semi-conscious Jimena.

“I found her in quite the compromising position, seemingly juggling multiple gigs," he remarked.

Jimena's attire was merely an ill-fitting men's T-shirt, hinting at her state of undress below.

Jack's gaze on Jimena was laced with poison. He was blaming her for his downfall. Had he not helped her vent out her frustration, he could have still reigned over the East Zone in name only.

Upon seeing Jimena, Norah was incensed. "There's no need for any of you to step in from here. Just watch," she instructed.

Spotting a glass of water on the table, Norah grabbed it and doused Jimena's face, rousing Jimena with the shock of the cold splash.

Gasping for air, Jimena's eyes fluttered open, and upon seeing Norah, her expression was one of utter disbelief. “It's you! But... How?"

Norah's smile was bright yet utterly devoid of warmth, a stark contrast to her otherwise radiant appearance. “What? Are you surprised to find me here?"

With deliberate slowness, Norah drew her phone, shifting it into video recording mode. "I came here just so I could see you."

Next, Norah retrieved several slender needles, laying them out on the table. There was a line of six needles, and their arrangement carried an air of menace.

“Looks like you've got a busy day ahead. First up, let's start with some acupuncture," Norah announced.

The memory of Alice, covered in puncture wounds from Jimena's vendetta, flashed through Norah's mind. She tapped her phone to begin recording, adjusting for the best view, when suddenly the phone was gently taken from her grasp.

"I've got this," said Sean, offering to film.