Chapter 1174: Chapter 1174

Chapter 1174:

His scream echoed for what felt like an eternity, but Harlee remained unfazed. She gestured for Robbie to drag him forward.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Keep up this act, and you’ll learn what it means to beg for death, but find no release!” Harlee sneered.

“Beg for death but find no release?” The man’s gaze shifted to Harlee, shivering. Somehow, she seemed more fearsome than any demon.

After a tense pause, he gave a reluctant nod.

Robbie carefully realigned the man’s jaw.

“Forget it. You’re not worth the effort.” Harlee’s icy glare bore into him.

“Deliver a message for me instead. If anything happens to me or my team, she’ll lose more than just her peace of mind tonight.”

The man was convinced—this woman was a demon.

Her words struck him like a lightning bolt.

His eyes widened with terror as he stared at her, stunned.

“How do you know who’s behind this?” he asked in disbelief.

“Because only Liliana has the nerve to try.” Harlee’s voice was calm, her eyes sharp.

“There might be others, but they fear my retaliation too much to act.”

The man’s realization of her menace deepened.

Her confidence wasn’t misplaced—he could sense she wasn’t bluffing.

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Harlee added coolly, “You could disobey me, but that choice comes with consequences—ones you won’t survive.”

With that, Harlee turned away, linking arms with Tonya, and strode off.

Watching Harlee and her group walk away, the man gripped his gun tightly.

Desperation consumed him, and he made a reckless decision.

He raised the weapon and fired, aiming for Harlee.

A gunshot rang out, but it was his right leg that was hit by a bullet.

“Since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll let you off with this. Next time, I won’t.” After firing the shot, Harlee didn’t spare the man another glance, continuing her departure from the park with Tonya.

“Your aim is improving, Harlee!” Tonya’s voice brimmed with admiration.

Robbie quickly chimed in, “Seriously, it’s incredible! I thought tonight would end in chaos, but you handled it effortlessly.”

“Yeah, if I didn’t know better, I’d think they were just petty criminals!” Tonya exclaimed.

Harlee glanced at them.

“I owe it to Rhys.”

After witnessing Rhys’ marksmanship three years ago, Harlee had pestered him to teach her.

Even after his disappearance, she hadn’t stopped practicing, honing her abilities over time. Tonya grew thoughtful.

“Harlee, you became a better version of yourself because of Rhys. Maybe I can do the same for Ritchie.”

“You want to resolve what Ritchie left behind?” Harlee asked.

“Yes, I want to give it my all to help Bart wake up,” Tonya said, her voice steady with determination. She raised her head, the sorrow that once lingered in her gaze replaced by unshakable hope.

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