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Richelle stood frozen.

Her beautiful eyes widened in complete disbelief as she stared at the woman who had stood beside her for the past three years.

"...Ruth?"

Her voice trembled.

"W-What are you doing...?"

"Tell me this isn’t real."

"You..."

"You actually betrayed me?"

Tears slowly welled in her eyes.

"I treated you like family..."

"I trusted you."

"I never once doubted you."

"So..."

"Why?"

"Why would you do this to me?"

The woman named Ruth only laughed.

A cold...

Mocking laugh.

She casually walked behind the armed kidnappers, completely abandoning the loyal assistant persona she had maintained for years.

Her eyes were now filled with nothing but contempt.

"Richelle..."

"You really are pathetic."

"You actually believed I joined Biogen Pharmaceuticals because I admired you?"

She shook her head with a sarcastic smile.

"You’ve always lived in a fairy tale."

"Since you’re about to die anyway..."

"I suppose I can satisfy your curiosity."

She folded her arms.

"It wasn’t just me."

"The bodyguards who came with you today..."

"The men standing behind me..."

"They’ve all been part of the plan from the beginning."

"And do you know who planned every single step?"

Ruth smiled even wider.

"Aaron."

The name hit Richelle like lightning.

"...No."

"No..."

"You’re lying."

"My fiancé would never..."

Ruth burst into laughter.

"Oh, please."

"You still don’t understand?"

"Aaron is the one who wants you dead the most."

"It was his idea to place me beside you three years ago."

"He wanted someone he could trust to stay close to you."

"Someone who could report your every move."

"And I played my part perfectly."

"You actually believed he fell in love with you?"

"That’s adorable."

"He never loved you."

"He loved your family’s fortune."

"The only woman he’s ever loved..."

Ruth gently placed a hand against her own chest.

"...is me."

Richelle’s face turned completely white.

Her lips trembled uncontrollably.

Ruth continued mercilessly.

"Aaron promised me something."

"The moment he gained control of Ryan Pharmaceuticals..."

"He’d quietly transfer everything into his own name."

"Then we’d disappear together."

"We’d spend the rest of our lives enjoying money we’d never be able to finish."

Her expression suddenly darkened.

"But you..."

"You ruined everything."

"You refused to let him get involved in company operations."

"You never trusted him with the Ryan family’s assets."

"You thought you were protecting your father’s company."

She pointed at Richelle with a cruel smile.

"But all you really did..."

"...was force Aaron to choose a faster solution."

Her voice became almost manic.

"So we came up with another plan."

"You disappear."

"Your father receives the ransom demand."

"And tell me..."

"If the richest pharmaceutical company in Westhaven had to choose between its fortune..."

"...or its only daughter..."

"What do you think your father would choose?"

Richelle lowered her head.

She couldn’t answer.

Because she already knew.

Her father would hand over everything without hesitation.

Ruth laughed loudly.

"Exactly."

"In the end..."

"The Ryan family’s fortune will still belong to someone else."

Her laughter echoed throughout the forest.

Richelle stared blankly at her.

The woman she had trusted for years...

Now felt like a complete stranger.

"...Aaron..."

She whispered his name.

The gentle.

Perfect fiancé everyone admired...

Had been plotting her death all along.

Her entire world shattered in an instant.

Slowly...

She turned toward Lucas.

Her eyes were filled with guilt.

"...I’m sorry."

"I dragged you into this."

"You came here to save me."

"And I..."

"I treated you like the enemy."

"I even brought you straight into their trap."

Her voice became softer and softer.

"...If anything happens to you today..."

"I’ll never forgive myself."

Lucas glanced at her before shrugging casually.

His tone remained as relaxed as ever.

"If you really feel that guilty..."

"Just buy me dinner after we get out of here."

Richelle blinked.

Even now...

He was joking?

Before she could respond~

The scar-faced kidnapper waved his hand impatiently.

"Enough."

His eyes locked onto Lucas.

"Kill him."

"As for the woman..."

He smiled coldly.

"Knock her out."

"We’re taking her alive."

The kidnappers reacted instantly.

Five assault rifles snapped upward in perfect unison.

The muzzles locked onto Lucas.

Without the slightest warning~

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A deafening volley of gunfire shattered the silence of the forest.

Richelle’s pupils contracted.

She froze in terror.

She had never seen real bullets flying toward someone before.

She couldn’t even move.

But Lucas moved first.

Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around Richelle’s shoulder and slammed her to the ground.

"Stay down!"

The instant he pushed her out of the line of fire, he didn’t even spare her another glance.

His mission was complete.

She was no longer in the bullets’ path.

Now...

It was his turn.

Lucas exploded forward like a cannonball.

The earth beneath his feet cracked under the force of his first step.

His entire body entered a state of absolute focus.

Every lesson Xavier had drilled into him...

Every movement from the Art of Eight Limbs...

Every ounce of power granted by the system...

Merged into one.

His muscles tightened.

His senses sharpened.

Time itself seemed to slow.

The bullets tearing through the air suddenly looked sluggish.

Lucas could clearly see all five rounds spinning toward him.

He twisted his body.

One bullet grazed past his shoulder.

Another sliced through empty air where his head had been a split second earlier.

A third flashed inches from his chest.

He slipped through the deadly barrage as if dancing between raindrops.

By the time the gunmen realized what had happened...

Lucas had already vanished from where he had been standing.

Only a violent gust of wind remained..

The kidnappers’ eyes widened.

"W-Where the hell~"

A Lucas appeared behind him like a ghost.

The kidnapper barely had time to turn his head.

He only saw a blur.

A knee rising from below.

BOOM!

Lucas’s knee slammed into his jaw.

The impact was so powerful the man’s feet lifted off the ground.

His entire body spun backward in the air.

For a brief moment, nobody moved.

Then...

CRACK.

His neck twisted at an unnatural angle when he hit the ground.

The man’s body went completely limp.

Dead before he even understood what happened.

The remaining four kidnappers panicked.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

Automatic gunfire erupted.

Bullets tore through the forest.

Branches exploded.

Leaves scattered into the air.

But Lucas moved like a phantom.

Every step seemed impossible.

He weaved between bullets with movements so precise it looked less like dodging and more like dancing through death itself.

Xavier’s teachings echoed through his mind.

The Art of Eight Limbs.

Every part of the human body...

Could become a weapon.

Lucas suddenly slid beneath another burst of gunfire.

His elbow shot upward.

CRACK!!

The point of his elbow smashed directly into one kidnapper’s throat.

The man’s windpipe collapsed instantly.

He staggered backward, desperately clutching his neck before coughing up blood and collapsing face-first onto the forest floor.

Lucas never slowed down.

His body twisted.

A spinning heel kick exploded across another man’s temple.

BOOM!!

The force folded the kidnapper sideways.

His skull slammed against a nearby boulder.

The impact cracked bone.

Blood sprayed across the rock.

He dropped without another sound.

Only two remained.

Fear finally replaced their confidence.

"This monster~!"

One of them emptied an entire magazine wildly.

Bullets rained everywhere.

Trees splintered.

Stone shattered.

The forest echoed with deafening gunfire.

In the chaos...

A stray round struck Ruth in the waist.

"AHHH!"

She screamed before collapsing onto the ground, blood rapidly spreading beneath her.

None of the kidnappers even noticed.

None of them cared.

Their only focus now...

Was surviving Lucas.

The last ordinary gunman rushed forward with a combat knife, hoping close combat might give him a chance.

Lucas stepped inside his attack.

His shoulder slammed into the man’s chest.

His palm struck the chin.

His knee crushed the ribs.

Three attacks.

Less than one second.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

The kidnapper’s ribs caved inward.

His spine bent unnaturally.

He collapsed like a broken puppet.

Only the leader remained.

The scar-faced Mexican slowly raised his AK-117 assault rifle, his face pale with terror.

"What..."

"What the hell are you?"

Lucas didn’t answer.

He simply walked toward him.

Step.

Step.

Step.

The leader pulled the trigger.

Click.

The magazine...

Empty.

His eyes widened.

Lucas was already standing directly in front of him.

Close enough...

That there wasn’t even room to swing the rifle.

Lucas drew one slow breath.

Xavier’s final lesson surfaced in his mind.

The Art of the One-Inch Punch.

Power...

Didn’t come from distance.

It came from perfect structure.

Perfect timing.

Perfect force.

Lucas’s fist stopped barely an inch from the man’s chest.

Then...

It exploded forward.

BOOM!!

The punch landed with terrifying precision.

The sound wasn’t loud.

But the effect was horrifying.

The leader’s chest visibly caved inward.

The shockwave traveled through his entire body.

His heart ruptured.

Several ribs pierced his lungs.

Blood burst from his mouth as his eyes rolled backward.

His feet actually left the ground before he crashed several yards away.

Dead.

Silence.

The forest fell completely still.

Only the smell of gunpowder and fresh blood lingered in the air.

Lucas slowly exhaled.

His breathing wasn’t even disturbed.

Without sparing the bodies another glance, he immediately sprinted toward Rachelle.

Compared to the dead men behind him...

She was the one who mattered now.

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