Chapter 730:
In an instant, Harleeâs expression turned lethal. Without hesitation, she grabbed Kelleyâs hands and, with a swift motion, broke them both.
The sickening sound of snapping bones and Kelleyâs ear-piercing scream sent a chill through the room, tightening the hearts of everyone who witnessed it. It became abundantly clear that Harlee was not someone to be trifled with. She had broken Kelleyâs arms without a second thought.
Harleeâs eyes, slightly lowered, radiated an icy fury, her presence suffused with hostility.
Her voice, distant and detached, sliced through the silence.
âSince you wonât decide, Iâll choose for you.â
Without hesitation, Harlee snapped Kelleyâs legs with the same effortless cruelty, giving her no chance to plead. The room fell into a deathly quiet. These were people who had survived brutal battles and witnessed unspeakable horrors, yet nothing had prepared them for the sight of Harlee casually breaking Kelleyâs limbs, as if it were a trivial matter.
It was chillingâa visceral demonstration of pure violence.
On the other hand, Oaklee didnât flinch. She watched in awe. To her, Harlee was the embodiment of unapologetic power and badassery.
But as she continued to observe, a sudden thought crossed her mind, and her expression darkened.
Had she overestimated Harleeâs tolerance for alcohol? It seemed Harlee was drunk.
Oh no. Oaklee winced, realizing the gravity of the situation. If Rhys discovered that Harleeâs drunken state was her doing, she could very well end up working under him, unpaid, for years.
Meanwhile, Kelleyâs agonized screams echoed throughout the Tartarus Club as Harlee continued her brutal punishment.
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Every time Kelley fainted from the pain, Harlee forced her awake, dragging her closer to the brink of madness.
âI am the chief disciple of the ruler! If you dare to touch me, prepare for his wrath!â Kelley alternated between furious curses and pitiful pleas, begging Harlee for mercy.
Before Harlee could deliver another strike, Kelleyâs breath faltered and stopped altogether.
Harlee stood over her lifeless body, expressionless, her voice as cold as ice.
âIt seems she preferred a quick death.
A pity. I had misjudged her.â
The entire scene had unfolded in mere minutes, leaving everyone stunned. No one had anticipated Harleeâs ruthlessness, and the room buzzed with silent tension as they awaited Rhysâ reaction.
But as soon as they glanced his way, Rhysâ icy gaze swept over them, silencing all speculation. It became clear that, in Rhysâ eyes, anything Harlee did was always justified.
Harlee raised her hands, wiping them clean, and nestled into Rhysâ arms with a playful, almost coquettish smile tugging at her lips.
âRhys, I have granted my enemyâs final wish.
Arenât I kind?â
The crowd was left speechless. Kind? What kind of âkindâ person tormented and killed someone with her bare hands? Harleeâs actions were far removed from anything resembling kindness.
Oaklee, observing Harlee closely, immediately recognized the signs. Though she hadnât encountered Harlee often, she knew her well enough to see that Harlee wouldnât speak like this in public unless she was drunk. Panic began to rise within Oaklee. If Rhys discovered that Harleeâs intoxicated state was her doing, she could be in serious trouble.
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