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As the bullets flew toward her, Zoe snatched up a nearby tablecloth, wrapped it around the incoming rounds, and with a swift motion, hurled them right back.
The bullets, even without being fired from a gun, shot forward at full speed, piercing straight through several men's arms. Their weapons clattered to the ground.
With the threat neutralized, Zoe strode right up to the club owner. "Scared yet?" she taunted.
The club owner snarled, "What the hell are you trying to pull?"
"One man in exchange for your life. Worth it?" Zoe pressed.
The club owner didn't dare move—Zoe's hand was clamped around his throat, ready to snap his neck at any second. Desperate to save his own skin, he choked out, "What the hell are you waiting for? Bring them the person they want—now!"
One of his henchmen immediately rushed off to fetch the wanted criminal.
A moment later, the henchman burst in, panic written all over his face. "Boss, we've got a problem."
The club owner snapped, "What the hell is going on? All you had to do was bring him here—are you trying to get me killed?"
"No," the henchman said. "But that guy escaped."
The club owner's face instantly darkened when he heard this. "What did you just say?"
"He's gone—I swear he's really gone," the henchman said.
The club owner's face went ashen. 'This is it,' he thought in despair. 'With that man gone and no way to hand him over, I'm as good as dead.'
"You heard that—it's not like I refused to hand him over, the bastard ran off!" he blurted out, panic in his voice.
Zoe turned to Shawn, waiting to see what decision he would make.
"Surveillance," Shawn ordered. Since the wanted man had escaped, they needed to track him down.
"We've got surveillance! Pull it up now and find out where that bastard ran off to," the club owner barked urgently.
In ten minutes, someone rushed in with the surveillance footage.
Shawn sat there, quickly pulling up the surveillance footage. He soon zeroed in on the clips before and after the fugitive's escape. Realizing the guy had fled just a few minutes ago, Shawn figured he couldn't have gotten far.
Using his computer, Shawn hacked into all the nearby surveillance systems and finally spotted the man stealing a car and making a quick getaway.
After jotting down the license plate number, Shawn snapped his laptop shut. Seeing he was done, Zoe released her grip on the club owner.
The club owner quickly bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you for sparing my life. If you ever need anything, just say the word—I'll do whatever it takes to help, no questions asked."
Zoe took a few steps, then suddenly whirled around—her hand shot out and snatched a flying dagger from the air. Someone had actually dared to ambush her, only to be caught in the act.
With a swift backhand motion, Zoe flung the dagger back. It whistled past the club owner's face—close enough to shave stubble—and punched clean through the wall. The sheer force behind her throw was absolutely terrifying.
The club owner turned stiffly and saw only a gaping hole in the wall. His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed to his knees, utterly shaken.
He ran a trembling hand over his throat, relief flooding through him as he realized he was still alive.
"Which bastard ambushed her? Show yourself—now!" the club owner roared, furious that this sneak attack had nearly cost him his life.
Almost instantly, someone was shoved out into view.
Unfazed, the young man fixed a cold stare on Shawn and Zoe. "It was me," he admitted.
"Think you're some hotshot now, huh? Who the hell told you to make a move? You got a death wish?" The club owner launched into a brutal assault, raining punches and kicks on the young man, completely humiliating him in front of everyone.
"I'm taking him," Zoe announced, barely glancing at the young man.
The club owner froze. "W-what?"
"What's wrong? Having second thoughts?" Zoe challenged.
"Of course not. If you fancy him, take him—hell, take anyone here you want." With that, the club owner hastily shoved the young man toward Zoe, eager to please.
The young man glared defiantly and snapped, "I refuse."
"Your refusal means nothing. Don't forget, you're a slave—your ownership papers are still with me." The club owner ordered someone to fetch the young man's contract and shoved it into Zoe's hands.
"From now on, he's yours—do with him as you please," the club owner leered, clearly assuming Zoe wanted to keep the undeniably good-looking young man as her personal plaything.
The bullets, even without being fired from a gun, shot forward at full speed, piercing straight through several men's arms. Their weapons clattered to the ground.
With the threat neutralized, Zoe strode right up to the club owner. "Scared yet?" she taunted.
The club owner snarled, "What the hell are you trying to pull?"
"One man in exchange for your life. Worth it?" Zoe pressed.
The club owner didn't dare move—Zoe's hand was clamped around his throat, ready to snap his neck at any second. Desperate to save his own skin, he choked out, "What the hell are you waiting for? Bring them the person they want—now!"
One of his henchmen immediately rushed off to fetch the wanted criminal.
A moment later, the henchman burst in, panic written all over his face. "Boss, we've got a problem."
The club owner snapped, "What the hell is going on? All you had to do was bring him here—are you trying to get me killed?"
"No," the henchman said. "But that guy escaped."
The club owner's face instantly darkened when he heard this. "What did you just say?"
"He's gone—I swear he's really gone," the henchman said.
The club owner's face went ashen. 'This is it,' he thought in despair. 'With that man gone and no way to hand him over, I'm as good as dead.'
"You heard that—it's not like I refused to hand him over, the bastard ran off!" he blurted out, panic in his voice.
Zoe turned to Shawn, waiting to see what decision he would make.
"Surveillance," Shawn ordered. Since the wanted man had escaped, they needed to track him down.
"We've got surveillance! Pull it up now and find out where that bastard ran off to," the club owner barked urgently.
In ten minutes, someone rushed in with the surveillance footage.
Shawn sat there, quickly pulling up the surveillance footage. He soon zeroed in on the clips before and after the fugitive's escape. Realizing the guy had fled just a few minutes ago, Shawn figured he couldn't have gotten far.
Using his computer, Shawn hacked into all the nearby surveillance systems and finally spotted the man stealing a car and making a quick getaway.
After jotting down the license plate number, Shawn snapped his laptop shut. Seeing he was done, Zoe released her grip on the club owner.
The club owner quickly bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you for sparing my life. If you ever need anything, just say the word—I'll do whatever it takes to help, no questions asked."
Zoe took a few steps, then suddenly whirled around—her hand shot out and snatched a flying dagger from the air. Someone had actually dared to ambush her, only to be caught in the act.
With a swift backhand motion, Zoe flung the dagger back. It whistled past the club owner's face—close enough to shave stubble—and punched clean through the wall. The sheer force behind her throw was absolutely terrifying.
The club owner turned stiffly and saw only a gaping hole in the wall. His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed to his knees, utterly shaken.
He ran a trembling hand over his throat, relief flooding through him as he realized he was still alive.
"Which bastard ambushed her? Show yourself—now!" the club owner roared, furious that this sneak attack had nearly cost him his life.
Almost instantly, someone was shoved out into view.
Unfazed, the young man fixed a cold stare on Shawn and Zoe. "It was me," he admitted.
"Think you're some hotshot now, huh? Who the hell told you to make a move? You got a death wish?" The club owner launched into a brutal assault, raining punches and kicks on the young man, completely humiliating him in front of everyone.
"I'm taking him," Zoe announced, barely glancing at the young man.
The club owner froze. "W-what?"
"What's wrong? Having second thoughts?" Zoe challenged.
"Of course not. If you fancy him, take him—hell, take anyone here you want." With that, the club owner hastily shoved the young man toward Zoe, eager to please.
The young man glared defiantly and snapped, "I refuse."
"Your refusal means nothing. Don't forget, you're a slave—your ownership papers are still with me." The club owner ordered someone to fetch the young man's contract and shoved it into Zoe's hands.
"From now on, he's yours—do with him as you please," the club owner leered, clearly assuming Zoe wanted to keep the undeniably good-looking young man as her personal plaything.
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