RankNovelChapter 41:In the serene hills near Athton, where the air was fresh and the landscape a lush embrace of nature,
Allison and Kellan shared an unusually peaceful silence.
They worked in unison, packing the dried bamboo shoots into Kellan's wheelchair, savoring this rare moment of
tranquility.
It's tto go back, Allison said, putting her hands on the wheelchair, ready to push Kellan.
But suddenly his movement stopped.
His instincts, sharpened by experience with lethal threats, kicked in.
Allison pushed the wheelchair forward, guiding Kellan to safety.
A man dressed all in black appeared out of nowhere, pointing a gun at Kellan.
Don't blme, Kellan.
You've made too many enemies, he scoffed.
Just as the man was about to shoot, a cold wind blew through.
With a deft lateral movement, Allison struck her wrist, sending the weapon spiraling off target.
Con! Allison ordered urgently, her voice strained with worry.
The assassin's skill was surprisingly professional, a rare trait these days.
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Allison, although bewildered, focused on ensuring Kellan's safety first so she could confront the threat without
hesitation.
Kellan, brows furrowed in worry, gripped the handles of the wheelchair with a grip that bulged the veins in his
hands.
He had rarely revealed the truth about his legs.
With one last push for Kellan to escape, Allison focused all her attention on the killer.
Her movements were a blur of speed and precision.
Despite the sudden turn of events, the man remained committed to his mission.
He pulled a dagger from his boot and delivered a lethal slash to Allison's throat.
Allison saw the subtle, deadly movement, but was in no position to exert much force.
She extended her hand, ready to block the attack and disarm him, even if it meant cutting herself with the
dagger.
Instead of the expected pain, she saw Kellan, his face grim and determined, holding the assassin's arm.
Rising from the wheelchair, Kellan stood tall and towering over the assassin.
Allison was momentarily stunned in the heat of battle, something unusual for her.
He blurted out: Your legs are....
It was like witnessing a modern miracle.
Kellan's sudden mobility at a critical moment seemed almost otherworldly.
Let's get this over with! Kellan's determination was unmistakable.
The killer, who was unaware of Kellan's ruse, realized that his information had been wrong.
Kellan's supposed disability had been a hoax.
With Allison's skillful intervention, the mission was becoming dangerous.
If the killer was to have any chance of survival, he had to fight with everything he had.
Resolved, he returned to action, his determination as unwavering as the storm around them.
In the dark and rainy night, the confrontation becmore fierce.
The killer was relentless, aiming for Kellan's face.
Kellan deflected the blow and asked: Who sent you? Killif you can! the assassin snapped defiantly.
Kellan remained thoughtful.
He thought about the list of suspects: someone knew his whereabouts and had hired this professional killer out
of deep hatred.
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As he stretched his limbs, he pondered the possible culprits, including his several illegitimate siblings and, above
all, his stepmother's son, Hoyt Lloyd.
The latter had once tried to ruin him on a cruise, and that score was far from settled.
Meanwhile, Allison was quick with her counterattacks.
He landed a knee to the assassin's stomach before executing a shoulder throw.
A sickening snap rang out as his right hand, along with the dagger, struck his arm with brutal effectiveness.
The assassin's arm was severed, hanging by mere threads of flesh.
Despite his serious wound, the man writhed in a desperate attempt to cut off the remaining flesh himself, like a
lizard breaking off its tail to escape.
A gentle drizzle began to fall, washing away the smell of blood.
Allison and Kellan fought in perfect harmony.
In the dark and the rain, their movements were so synchronized that it seemed as if they had rehearsed it
countless times.
Allison struck from above while Kellan delivered precise kicks, their timing impeccable.
A sense of strange familiarity permeated the fight.
As she watched Kellan's shirt cling to his sculpted abs and movements, Allison began to think.
A word echoed in his mind.
Cruise!.
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