Chapter 1250: Chapter 1250

Chapter 1250:

“Understood!” Robbie breathed heavily, his eyes hard. He stepped forward, grabbing Waylon’s tongue and slicing it off with a swift, decisive motion, ignoring Waylon’s desperate whimpers.

Blood splattered across Robbie’s face. He couldn’t help but remember the last battle.

Unable to contain his surge of anger, Robbie disregarded Harlee’s orders. He plunged the blade deep into Waylon’s stomach.

In that moment, Robbie believed a man like Waylon deserved no mercy—only a miserable death.

Harlee gripped Robbie’s shoulder with concern. “Robbie, don’t let hatred cloud your judgment. We are avenging Tonya and the others, not becoming prisoners of the past.”

Robbie’s grip loosened on the dagger, and her words slowly brought him back to his senses. He straightened, his voice hoarse as he whispered, “I understand.”

Robbie turned and walked toward Patrick, a troubled expression shadowing his features.

For so long, Robbie had struggled to move on. In the dead of night, he wished it had been him who had died. Though they all pretended to have moved past it, deep down, no one truly had.

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Harlee watched Robbie’s movements, a pang of sorrow twisting in her chest. She could see the burden he carried, and it broke her heart. Without hesitation, she ordered the Shadow Moon Society to seize all of Waylon’s assets and donate every last piece to a poverty alleviation program in Mogluylia.

This brutal battle had started off as a casual affair but ended abruptly, and Harlee had lost little manpower in the process.

It was the result of Harlee’s meticulous planning. For four months, she had worked tirelessly, day and night, to ensure no one would be hurt.

Once Waylon was handed over to Goodwin, Harlee rose and addressed the group. “I admit, I was afraid. I nearly backed down after witnessing what happened to Tonya, Ritchie, Hamilton, and Christopher, and for that, I’m sorry.”

She lowered her head in a deep bow.

“Harlee!” Everyone, deeply moved, followed suit, bowing solemnly.

Harlee’s smile was gentle yet filled with resolve. “From this moment on, the Shadow Moon Society is officially disbanded. You no longer need to obey my orders. But if you ever find yourselves in trouble, remember, I’ll always be here for you. Additionally, if you’re tired of the assassin’s life and seek peace, I can help you join the Shadow Moon Group, Sanderson Group, or Green Group.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly through the villa’s living room, silencing everyone. They were accustomed to the life of assassins and missions, and they didn’t know what else they could do.

Harlee noticed their hesitation and smiled warmly. “Don’t worry. Besides being your leader, I’m also a businesswoman. Businesspeople don’t make unprofitable deals. If you didn’t have valuable skills, I wouldn’t have offered to help you join a company.”

At her words, someone in the crowd immediately raised their hand, eager to leave the assassin’s life behind and follow Harlee. Soon, others followed suit, until every hand was raised. To them, it didn’t matter what they did as long as Harlee remained their leader. They feared nothing, not even starting over from scratch.

Watching her people raise their hands, one after another, Harlee felt a profound stirring deep in her heart. She hadn’t expected such unwavering trust. Initially, she had only planned to place a few people in the Shadow Moon Group, Sanderson Group, and Green Group. But now, a new idea was beginning to take shape.

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