Chapter 588: Chapter 588

Chapter 588:

His eyes sharpened with hostility as he simultaneously clenched his fists.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss G—or should I say Miss Sanderson,” he sneered, facing her fully now, his gaze dripping with malice.

Moments later, two figures, Ritchie and Tonya, emerged in the fading sunlight. Though they appeared like a cheerful couple on a mountain retreat, the heavy machine guns in their hands shattered the illusion.

“Chamberlain?” Tonya’s sweet tone carried a hint of mockery. Then, her expression hardened.

“Keeping you alive for this long was a mistake. It’s time to correct it.”

It was Tonya who had once crippled Chamberlain’s hand.

During her mission in Gruinia, Tonya had stopped Chamberlain after he nearly maimed Harlee. Tonya had single-handedly severed one of his arms but failed to kill him, as someone mysterious intervened at the last moment to save him.

Pursing his lips, Chamberlain’s gaze darted across the area.

Confirming that there were only three opponents he had to face, he felt a slight relief.

“You think you can take me down? That’s nothing short of ridiculous,” he taunted, his voice laced with scorn.

“You lost to me before.”

But Harlee’s face remained impassive despite his provocation and insults, as though his words held no relevance to her.

And indeed, they didn’t. She had been forced to surrender back then and almost lost her arm solely because she had to save innocent hostages Chamberlain had used as leverage.

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Barehanded, she naturally couldn’t win against his advanced weapon.

Tonya chuckled and remarked, “All this time, and the best you’ve got now are empty insults and overconfidence?”

Humiliated in front of his men, Chamberlain’s expression darkened.

His nerves tensed as he gave a subtle hand signal, one known only to his group. The camouflaged soldiers immediately encircled him, prepared for a fight.

“Miss Sanderson,” Chamberlain began, feigning diplomacy.

“We’ve fought for years without resolution. Why not end this rivalry here and now? Don’t you think it’s time for us to bury the hatchet?”

His offer wasn’t sincere. It was simply a ploy to buy time for his organization.

Eradicating Harlee would be a far greater victory for them than preserving Chamberlain’s life, which held little value in comparison. In truth, every individual there was prepared to lay down their life if it meant ensuring Harlee’s downfall.

After all, her influence alone was enough to bring hell raining down on their organization.

Unfazed, Harlee remarked, “All these years in Mogluylia, and you’ve only learned these clumsy phrases?” Her voice was laced with unmistakable mockery and scorn.

Chamberlain’s temper flared instantly.

Gritting his teeth, he roared, “Flatten this mountain! Let’s see her escape now!” Immediately, his camouflage men pulled out grenades and hurled them at Harlee and her allies. Violent explosions rang out, sending plumes of smoke into the sky and shaking the mountainside.

Amidst the chaos, Chamberlain seized the opportunity to grab the helicopter’s rope, eager to watch Harlee being blown to pieces from above. Just as Chamberlain was about to ascend, a scoff echoed nearby. Startled, he quickly drew his gun and fired blindly into the smoke.

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